Today is a day remembered in
Mexico as La Batalla de Puebla,
1862, (not La Independencia de
México, September 16, 1810.)
And, I honor this.
Having said that, what exactly
does May 5th. mean to me?
I suppose the first memories
meandering through my mind
would be my mother's birthday.
I seem to recall a little girl's hand
made birthday cards, funny little
gifts.
Once I shared with my mother
that I thought it was time to have
a second child, she asked me for
a special gift. 'Twas a sweet baby
girl, born on her birthday, bearing
her name. Quite a request.
I just loved the whole fun part of
this. A programmed conception,
forced labor and a doctor and his
nurse who joined in to make my
mother's dream come true.
Ten minutes shy of midnight, my
mother's dream came true. Phone
call to bring her joy, a registration
of my mom's name on a birth cert
and the best present my mother
ever had was received, enjoyed,
adored.
The best part of Cinco de Mayo
for me . . . the Universe's gift to
me of the most phenomenal
daughter anyone could have ever
wished for, dreamed of.
Sweetheart, you are that amazing
gift to me . . . then and now. I
simply adore you . . .
Happy birthday dear heart and
feliz Cinco de Mayo ever and
always . . .
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Cinco de Mayo is a yearly celebration
which commemorates the anniversary
of Mexico's victory over the Second
French Empire at the Battle of Puebla
in 1862, led by Gen. Ignacio Zaragoza
The victory over the French army was
a morale boost for the Mexican people.
Wikipedia
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