Monday Memories - 2:19 PM

I don't know why my double chin surprises me in the mirror each day.

What a good day.

Ever since I knew I was born at 2:19 pm, I have watched the clock - and have a very unofficial moment of silence - during that minute between 2:19 and 2:20 pm on July 15th.  It's a silly thing.  It really is.  But I can't help but marvel as the hand ticks around the circle, "I was born exactly x many years ago."  (Now having gone through the birth process myself a few times since then, I've learned doctors aren't always paying attention to the clock when the baby arrives.  But that is neither here nor there, because when I was a kid 2:19 pm was the time my birth certificate recorded and that made it official and that was all there was to it.)

This week the family was texting back and forth on my birthday and I told them I was getting ready to watch the clock.  They joined in with me.  I was standing in the middle of the kitchen floor, making cookies, and listening to Pachelbel in D when the clock turned and right there, in the middle of the kitchen floor, I started to cry.   It came out of nowhere.  I was just so overwhelmed and grateful for the opportunity to experience this life and the privilege to love so many.

What a good life.

Same time next year.  2:19 PM July 15.