September is one of the fuller months in our year.
After the most recent wedding, there are now three wedding anniversaries in September---mine and Gerry's, and two of our daughters, V and P. (I'll just refer to them by letter, as I do not have permission to discuss them on my blog.)
There are also two birthdays. Two daughters share the 16th of September for their birthdays. P was born first, and when I was pregnant, I remember telling her that I would try very very hard not to have the baby on her birthday. She was turning 10 years old.
Birth on the 16th would not have happened, except it was such a long labor. Technically, it should have happened on the 15th, because labor started that morning. V was actually due on the 14th. But alas, things don't always go as planned, and indeed, V was born on P's birthday, (the following afternoon). I think that now they have resolved their shared birthday issues and find it, if not thrilling, at least interesting.
I do vividly remember standing on a chair and tying streamers from the kitchen light fixture for P's birthday before going to the hospital. I also hung our Happy Birthday banner. On the way home from the hospital Gerry bought P an ice cream birthday cake.
Families are complex entities. And life itself is unpredictable. Anything can happen at any time. And does.
We have refused to let our anniversary be usurped by sadness and loss, even though it happened on the eleventh day of the month of September.
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