Today is my birthday. I don't feel any older yet. As always, it will probably take me at least 6 months to remember that I am now 2__ instead of 2__. It's been a weekend full of celebrating life!
Birthdays are (duh, I know!) a celebration of the day a person was born. They are so much more than that, though. This morning, my sister came over to bring me my birthday present before she went back to college (she got me more k-cups for my coffee maker and some creamer! My favorite!). She said something to Kade about 'it's kind of like your birthday, because it's mommy's birthday.' I gave her one of those crazy looks, like, 'No, it is not!' Later, I started thinking.
If I hadn't have been born today, Kade wouldn't be here. If my husband hadn't have been born, Kade wouldn't be here. If my parents hadn't chosen to have me, I wouldn't be here. If my mom hadn't have been born, I wouldn't be here today. If my dad hadn't have been born, I wouldn't be here today. If I hadn't have been born, I wouldn't have the hope of other children, or grandchildren, or great grandchildren. Really, it's a celebration of everyone--past, present, and future. Call me deep or call me crazy, but that's the way I see it.
So, thank you to my parents, for always believing God would bring me to them. Thank you to my parents-in-law for your son, who was a surprise blessing. Thank you to all of my grandparents for giving life to my parents. And most of all, thank you to God, who is the giver of life and who has given me another birthday.