"Do you feel that?" He asked. I could feel the tempo of his heart beating against his chest. I nodded my head at him.
"You make my heart beat that fast whenever you're near me" I watched him speak. "My heart beats for you Anna, I'm not going anywhe...
"Shh, Andrew" my dad playfully scolded. "Sorry" Andrew said his voice high from the helium he'd sucked out of the balloon, he looked guilty.
I tied the last balloon to the chair before we went into my moms room.
I looked at my mom asleep on the bed, tip toeing, slowly getting on the bed before I started jumping.
"Happy birthday mamma!" I laughed as her smile was on her face before she even opened her eyes.
She turned on her back pulling me down on top of her tickling me, pulling Andrew in with us.
All of us cackling and screaming as her fingers attacked our skin.
"Thank you guy's" she said kissing the top of our heads.
"GET UP, GET UP, GET UP!" Andrew chanted.
"Okay!" My mom laughed as we led her to the decorated kitchen.
* * * *
Today is Mom's birthday...
It's not as eventful as it usually was.
While she slept last night, we decorated her room with balloons, a banner, and Rex and Blue painted her a picture.
The last five months I've tried to write on paper all the thing's I could tell you but I couldn't do that.
I realized I didn't have enough time to tell you anything so, I thought I'd start from the beginning...
I looked at Mom lying in her bed, pale.
Everyone had their own time with her today telling her stories or maybe just sitting with her.
"This is my journal I started the day I started my job" I told her. "It's filled of all my favorite memories. I'd write one down when I was having a bad day and they'd make me smile." I told her.
"Every single one is addressed to you." I told her watching as she smiled.
"They started off as memories... I started writing my day to you, when things got hard. All the things I wanted to tell you in the middle of the night." I told her holding my tears in.
She reached her hand over to mine, holding it.
"Read me them...all of them" she tried to speak.
I nodded. "Okay."
I opened the red journal with my personalized stickers on it.
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I added a sticker every time I knew something or someone would become an important part of this story...My story.
"September, 3, 2016" I spoke, my mom's face lighting up.
