|me and my little sister - probably taking a bath in March!|
March is my month! At least it used to be.
- I was born March 2
- St Patrick's Day is March 17
- Spring is March 20
That is how it was for the first 5 years of my life.
- My sister was born March 5
It stayed this way for many years and I was content with it. Then I start serious dating a man who was born the same day as my sister. Now I add him to "my March."
- March 5 - future husband's birthday
We think its pretty funny to marry in March -Hahahahaha
- March 8 - wedding anniversary
It stayed this way for 24 years. I grew to hate it. After February's short month, March seems so L O N G. The weather is fickle - we've had some of our worse weather in March. Then DIVORCE knocked off 2 dates. YEY ME!!!
I had a few years, just starting to enjoy my month - when my mom decides to kill herself on March 7, 2008.
Now March is forever tainted. My sister has suggested that we just forget March and celebrate our birthdays in Sept. I've tried but March is still there and we just can't get it out of our mind.
- March 2 - my birthday
- March 5 - my sisters birthday
- March 7 - my mom's "suicide date"
- March 17 - St. Patrick's Day
- March 20 - Spring.
Thank God for St. Patrick's day and Spring!