This birthday isn't about me - about the 25 years I've lived. It's about my mother. It's about a woman who gave birth at 37. It's about salt playdough and playing dress up. It's about buttered popcorn with lots of salt and fights over half-eaten dinners. It's about prom dresses and poetry, journals and dolls. It's about music and gardens, healthy food and taking care of the chicken pox. It's about 10 years of orthodontic appointments and long drives to piano lessons. All-day shopping trips. 96 colors of crayons. Crochet and sewing. Carrot cake and chocolate pie. The color green. Voice lessons. Feminism. Faith. All gifts from her.