Last week, I drove from Chicago, IL to Toledo Ohio to see my family.  My Sister was scheduled to have Twins and I really wanted to be there for her. Mostly to keep my neurotic mother at bay. (I seriously considered dropping a Xanax in her coffee at one point).   The delivery went great.  Less than an hour really.  Got to see her and hold the babies.  Beautiful.    

Of course, not cute enough to make me want any. I’ll stick to the four legged kind.  And the kind that occasionally like pretend to be 4 legged animals.


Before she went into delivery, we said something to each other that we never say to each other… “I LOVE YOU”.   When I left for Chicago,  we said it again to each other.  Kinda laughing at each other as we said it.  Usually, we say stuff like… “Did you fart?  Because you smell like Ass today.”  She’s very much Chelsea Handler except just a wee less slutty.

So, I had already made the 5 hour drive home only to find out the next day that  my Sister did *NOT* recover well from the C-Section.  Internal bleeding. Coughing up blood. She only left the ICU hours ago, nearly 5 days later.  And the babies are doing great. Very hungry. Healthy.   We nearly lost her.  It was some scary shit, man. I was a mess.

During the scary time of nearly loosing her, I went to my other half telling him what was going on.  He was there for me as always. Holding me, tell me how much I was loved by him, my family and friends.  I feel incredibly lucky.


So, if I get any Birthday Wish today, it’s that YOU tell the people in your lives that you LOVE them.   Seriously, it’s really important.  Even the ones you don’t normally say that sort of thing to, let them know. It might be awkward.  You might catch the other person off guard and not get the sentiment returned. And you might both laugh but… it’s important.  At the risk of sounding cliche, you never know when you’re going to loose that chance and you do not want to regret it later.