I have to confess that in the past I have gotten a little miffed if my family forgets my birthday. Well, not that they have forgotten it totally, but if they don't acknowledge it the FIRST time they see me. Like they have to wait until the birthday cake is brought out to say, "Happy Birthday!" And I have also felt shafted about the fact that my birthday is the first of 6 in the summer and we all celebrate together (i.e., GET GIFTS) like a month AFTER my actual birthday. So yeah, you sense my attitude here.
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:
A splurge for me calorically and financially!
Then wouldn't you know it, I received 2 cakes:
One from RefresHER committee and a cute bundtlet from my son's girlfriend!
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?