Happy BIrthday, Megan!!

So, 33 years ago, at 8:10 PM, our daughter Megan came into the world and changed our lives forever.

I remember looking into her vivid blue eyes and wondering what her passions would be, what she had come in to experience in this life.  I promised her that we would do whatever we could to support those passions.

Around 1:30 on the morning of September 1, a nurse from the nursery brought Megan in for a feeding.  I was still exhausted after more than 30 hours of labor and after the nurse had picked her up again, my head sank into the pillow.

But suddenly, I heard someone call my name. I sat up and glanced around the room. I was in a ward with 4 other women and they were all asleep. The door  to the room was shut. I plopped my head down, determined to get some sleep. Then it happened again, someone calling my name. This time I realized it was an internal voice so  opened myself to it and said, “Okay, whatever this is, show me.”

I had the distinct impression of a blond woman of about 40, 45, who said her name was Megan. She asked for information- about when and where she was born, what Rob & I were writing at the time, where we were living, about the specifics of our lives and the world. In her time, she said, climate change had resulted in destroyed records and land.

In 1989, the phrase climate change wasn’t common.

I’m not sure how long this exchange lasted but it was so real that when it ended, I committed it to memory. The next day when Rob returned to take us both home, I told him about it.

In 33 years, I’ve learned that she wears born with more talent than either Rob or I. She’s a terrific artist (which she majored in),has finished her first novel, and is lot more of a dare devil than I am. She’s kind, intuitive, fun to be with and she’s a Democrat!

Happy birthday, Megger! Love you bigger than Google!