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Yes, Happy Day, Don. Thanks. Blah.
Strangely if all went well during the 13 hours labor, that would have been yesterday’s happy day. But today is supposed to be that day. And yet during Friday’s phone call and for the longest time, my paternal auntie and others keep thinking tomorrow is the date. And so I have three dates.
I’ve gotten my first greeting call Thursday, a first EVER invitation call Friday by a relative, a first prayer blog upon rising to pee-pee in or about 8:30 this morning, a generic singing email card, and a hug from my daddy. I’m good. It’s all good enough.
Now I’m saving space for their luncheon before tonight’s gig. It’s all online.
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