Okay so I'm crying again.... My own birthday and my first born's fall on either side of Christmas day (give or take a couple days). This year as three of my four hit their teens I find the gift of their friendship becoming more and more precious. Despite the moments, we still talk and hug and laugh. But now there are enough moments when we clash to make the connections sparkle. The last moment happened to also be a Mudcat moment. Yesterday my soon to be 17 year old came in as I was listening to Rick Fielding on CIUT. A novelty song about only getting half your presents when your born on Christmas came on... She giggled and mimed and danced about the room. And then thanked me for making sure she always had twice the presents (even if they were small) and that they were wrapped in birthday paper. I got my own birthday hug and she danced on out... Some miracles are the everyday small ones.