It was my 30th birthday, and I was so ready to celebrate. I was having dinner at my mother's with my husband, daughter and son. My sister was celebrating her birthday two days later, although she was several years older than me. It was decided that we would do our birthdays on the day between or the weekend. Thus, she had her husband and five children on hand.

It was decided as we sat across from each other and to open our gifts together.

My son was very tearful when he gave me his gift. It was three beautiful carnations and a card.

"Why are you so sad? It should be a happy time."

"I am sad because you are thirty!"

"Why's that?"

"Because you are thirty, and that means that you will die soon! And I don't want to lose you."

"Oh honey, unless God calls me home, I am not going to go anywhere." and I hugged him.

Years later, I am still kicking, my son is in his late forties, we are doing fine.