I had a birthday this month. Many times birthday greetings come with wishes for special events for our BIG day. Often there are questions of what we DID to celebrate. Sometimes it makes me anxious…fears that I haven’t made grand enough plans. What if the day is a disappointment? Nothing seems to measure up as worthy in comparison to childhood parties, middle school sleepovers, sweet sixteen surprises, and even over the hill bashes.
But this year I wanted it that way.
You see several friends are having their turn at sitting in a hospital room at their child’s bedside longing for nothing more than a schedule. A routine. A dull day. I stayed home on my birthday. I did some dishes, ignored some laundry, and stayed extra long in my pajamas. I took the girls to their appointments. We had a quiet dinner out.
And I gave thanks for ALL of it.