But something was different this year. I can't put my finger on it. But I do know I woke up and prayed immediately and thanked God for the best gift of all, his Son and his sacrifice. I think I was telling myself to not be a baby if I wasn't acknowledged immediately, or didn't get a present, or a cake TODAY. And I really was okay. I knew it would be a great day anyway, since I would get to go to REFRESHER and watch the THUNDER in the same evening!
I did receive a present from my family - a new flowerbed! There was a spot in the front of our house that has been in need of a facelift for a long time...and my son went shopping with me yesterday for plants and will be redoing it.
My goody for the day was this:
Then wouldn't you know it, I received 2 cakes:
I wasn't forgotten after all. I am blessed. But most of all because I felt joy when I woke up and decided to be joyful, no matter who or how I was acknowledged. Maybe I'm maturing just a little bit?