But now, as I'm reminded of both my daughters' upcoming birthday celebrations, the guilt is erupting inside me again. The guilt I've felt for so long has a new twist in it. And now, the whole thing about being born too close to Christmas doesn't sound too bad. It's gotta be better than sharing your birthday with your sister. And now, looking out my patio door windows, I see the lawn chairs folded neatly out of the rain's way.
Kids love snow.
Then I remember we live on the west coast where half a foot of snow in December is about as uncommon as having your children share birth dates. All rights reserved. Please send your comments to the CPO Team .