On this date in 1976, we got a big snowfall, a slippery ride to the hospital, and, about six hours later, a firstborn baby girl we named Kelly Teresa. Due on Thanksgiving that year, she arrived two weeks early which I was always grateful for ~ that and the fact she was the girl I’d hoped for. Flash forward [because anybody with kids knows that’s how fast it flies] and here we are today, celebrating her 39th birthday. How can this possibly be? She wanted Forever 39 written on her birthday cake. Nothing wrong with that [as any woman of a certain age will tell you]. Happy Birthday, dear daughter Kelly!! We love you so very much, and we’re thankful always for our almost-Thanksgiving baby. You are one of our greatest and most cherished blessings. Wishing you the best year ever!