Before having children, I never cared about my "birth story." I never cared that my mom was actually due to have me on October 22nd but that I wasn't born until the 6th of November (maybe that is why I am still always late to everything). I never cared that I was born in Seattle at Providence Hospital at 2:01pm. Now I want to know everything because I can understand it. Or better yet, I can appreciate it. I want to know if she was induced, how long she labored and if she loved sending me to the nursery so she could get a FULL night sleep after all that hard work. Why did they take away nurseries again?
And while 35 isn't considered "over the hill," I can't believe how fast my life has gone. Just yesterday I was standing in front of the Coug in my cap and gown. How did I get so damn old? At any rate, I am healthy, I am happy and I am blessed. I am 35. And this is going to be a great year.
Can you see me under there? Not sure how old I was here. Mom?
No. That is not a wig. That really is my dad's hair.
Aww, modeling at such a young age
Ok this looks like Mckenna
My mom is the one who looks like a baby in this picture. She was only 20 years old. I am still not sure how she did it.
This is my year folks. 35 is my year.
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