Today is my birthday. I am 36. I know… can you believe it? I seem so much younger.
My mother called today to wish me a happy birthday and asked me if I remembered what time of day I was born.
I replied that I didn’t… and she was there so she should remember.
I don’t even recall how much I weighed.
I pointed out to my mother that I would know all of this important information if I had a baby book. But I don’t have one. I never had one. All of my siblings have one… my little sister may even have two, but I was never fortunate enough.
She told me that she wrote all of that information on a piece of paper once and gave it to me.
I don’t remember this… she must have put it in the Buffet drawer, right under the 1972 atlas of Canada.
She suggested that I call my older sister and ask her what my birth weight was since she now owns the Buffet and that piece of paper may be wedged in the back somewhere.
Funny thing is… she is probably right.