My mom, for as long as I can remember, has always made a big deal out of our birthdays. She has always made it a special day for us...a day where we are celebrated and rejoiced over. When we were little, and even now when we're home for a birthday, she would decorate the kitchen eating area the night before so that when we would awake there would be streamers and balloons hanging from the light fixture with homemade signs taped to the walls. When we were in school, she would pick us up at lunch and we would get to choose where she would take us for lunch. None of the other moms did that for my friends' birthdays. Then, we would get to decide if we wanted to go out for dinner or if we wanted her to cook us something special. We also got to choose our dessert.
Birthdays were those special times where not only did we get our mom to ourselves for a little bit, but also when my parents just loved on us. And so I think that's what it is. I think that's why I love my birthday...because I feel loved every year. That's not to say that I don't feel loved by family any other day of the year, but it's just that it's almost magical on my birthday. It's as if I am the only kid in the world. Or maybe it's just that I am an attention hog and so I love the focus on me! :) No...it's definitely more because I just feel beloved...special...wanted...and celebrated. Don't we all want to feel that way by someone? I know that God loves us all this way, but sometimes it's just nice to see and feel the tangible expressions of that kind of love.
So, forgive me if I go a little crazy as April 16 approaches...it just happens to be my day and the day that reminds me that I am and always be my parent's little girl.
And by the way...6 days left!
1 comment:
yeah, and that means you'll be in denver. can't wait!
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