There are certain dates for me that are bittersweet..Today is one of those days. March 8. My beautiful daughter Megan was born 35 years ago today and I can remember it like it was yesterday. On a warm,beautiful  sunshiny day she arrived. I had thought she was coming Valentines Day which was snowy and cold in the Texas Panhandle. My mom got in her Jeep Cherokee and made the trek across the windy plains trying to make it in time. When she got there my labor stopped . Megan had decided to wait to arrive on this day which I had prayed for because March 8 was my mother's birthday. Megan came full force with a short labor and we celebrated  with my Mom over the phone as I didn't even have time to call her before I arrived at the hospital. Megan has been an inspiration in our family and we always tried to celebrate her birthday and my Mom's together. My girls loved to go to Colorado and spend time with "Mimi" as they called her. She loved giving them antiques from her store and taking them on jeep rides to the lake and up in the mountains for picnics. When my mother got sick and was diagnosed with dementia, the girls would come to see her and she always knew who they were. Mother passed away on Feb 26, 2008 and we took her back home to the West Texas plains where she had grown up and my Dad had just been buried there. We had her service on March 8 , her and Megan's birthday and buried her by our Dad. We have fond memories of her life and her love. But today we celebrate Megan, our beautiful daughter, who loves the Lord with all of her heart and her family. And today Mimi is celebrating with us. Happy Birthday Megan...and "Mimi" who is in heaven!