Aces and eights, the date I gave birth to my daughter. Today she turned 21. It is funny, before she was born when I celebrated my birthday it was always about me. Now I also think about my Mom, and all Moms. Yes, I know that it is her day, but I cannot help thinking about how on this day 21 years ago, about this time in the morning that the pain started. I knew it was finally here. I remember that first year, up in the middle of the night, more tired then I knew a person could possibly be, crying, thinking "some miracle baby". But in the end she was. I remember is all so clearly, as I reminisce this morning over my coffee. So yes her birthday is also about me, about us both. This is the day I gave birth to a beautiful soul that I am very proud of and love very much.