You know what’s fun? Cake. You know what’s less fun? The weeks leading up to a birthday when your brain decides it’s time for the annual trauma film festival—complete with flashbacks, existential dread, and a surprise guest appearance from ‘Wow, that was a lot of blood!’
Every year, as we get closer to Theresa’s birthday, I find myself reliving parts of her birth in ways I never expect. It’s like my brain throws its own ‘birthday countdown,’ except instead of balloons and streamers, I get intrusive memories and an existential crisis.
But you know what? We made it. She’s here, she’s amazing, and I’m grateful beyond words. So while my brain might still be catching up, I’ll be over here eating cake, celebrating my girl, and reminding myself that survival stories deserve sprinkles.
Cheers to another year of healing, growing, and cake. Always cake. 🎂
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