Happy Birthday, Mom!

Today is not only my daughter's birthday (see post below), it's my mom's also. I'll never forget that day 10 years ago. My first two kids were born a week early. I suspected #3 would be the same. In fact, we decided if the baby was a girl and happen to be born early enough to have a December birthday, we'd name her Noelle. But she didn't come. Not even by her due date! One day later, I had my scheduled visit to the doctor. Dr. Tan checked me and admitted he was nervous, "Time for baby to be born, lah. Go over to hospital. Call Ross." (in a very Singaporean accent). I did that. As the nurse was handing me my gown, I suddenly realized this baby would be born on my mom's birthday, I burst into tears. Tears of joy. The nurse tried to comfort me and tell me not to be scared. I said, "I'm not scared, I'm happy. He or she waited a day late to be born on Grandma's birthday!" And three hours later, there she was. (She's always been the quick one!) Esther could not have picked a better birthday to share or a better role model to watch than my mom. She is the definition of a godly wife and mother to me. Just last night, CC was telling the kids why he first decided to ask me out. Evidently, when asked in Sunday School who I most admire, I answered, "My mom. I've never heard her speak ill of my dad." CC thought, "That's one lucky guy that marries that girl." Happy birthday, Mom, I love you!