Today is my birthday.
If you were to come by later I would offer you a piece of cake. Will it be carrot cake or Ooey Gooey Butter cake? I haven’t decided yet, so you are welcome to advise me.
Even better, make it yourself and bring it over. 😉
Actually, I don’t mind making my own birthday cake at all. I am a firm believer in doing what you must to make your special day as fun as possible. To that end we are:
Taking today off from school. I don’t think the kids have a problem with this. I will struggle, of course, because I am a teacher and just can’t help myself. I know. I’ll have them practice long division using the candles on my cake.
Going to piano lessons, as always. This is definitely not my idea of a birthday-type activity. Do we really have a choice, though? No.
Going to Mass after piano. Do you not just love the Mass readings on the Feast of the Guardian Angels? Oh I do I do I do I do. I owe these powerful spirits so much, and I thank God daily for the gift of their intercession. Remind me to tell you the story sometime of when, in my pre-conversion party days, they picked up my little Volkswagon Golf and left me stranded smack dab in the middle of a field.
[I had been on my way to do something devious.]
You don’t believe that this really happened? Well, how else would you explain that there were no tire tracks leading out to my car?
And I guess I just told you the story.
We don’t have plans for the afternoon, other than baking and waiting on Daddy’s arrival. I keep hinting that he should take the day off on my birthday—okay, I tell him so outright—but so far he hasn’t taken the bait. I think it’s got something to do with discipline and bill-paying and responsibility and other such nonsense…though I can’t be sure and I can’t complain because he’s getting me something for my birthday that I’ve always wanted.
Would you complain?
Pizza! We’re going to Pizza Hut for supper! Yum.
We’ll open gifts. Because of that big-ticket item that I mentioned a few lines up, I am not expecting much. There will be homemade cards and lots of drawings, which I love. There will be a set of sweetly-yet-clumsily-wrapped kitchen utensils from Jem. (A pizza cutter and an ice cream scoop. I know because he had me to buy them.) And there will be one last little package to them from me.
A pregnancy test. It’s positive.
From me, who’s 42 today!
I am hoping against hope that the fifth time’s the charm. By this I mean that I’ve had four miscarriages in a row (see my label “Miscarriage”) and am praying Please, God! Let us enjoy this baby on earth! All things are possible in Him, I know. Of course they are. My life is His.
And that’s my day—our day—in a nutshell. I thank you, God, for the gift of life. I thank You for my faith…my family…my friends…and for the untold surprises that each day brings.
Ad Jesum per Mariam,