Superstition has it that Friday the 13th is an unlucky day. I beg to differ. Twelve years ago on Friday, September the 13th, and my sweet niece Savannah was born into our family. She came so fast that her mom didn't make it to the hospital. Our little "Nana" was born in an ambulance somewhere on the interstate near Birmingham. She will always be our little Firetruck Baby because the ambulance was accompanied by a police and firetruck escort. She came into this world in all her glory, and continues to leave an impression everywhere she goes. Happy Birthday, Savannah!