One year my dad told me that he was going to make my birthday special. He proceeded to tell me that we were going to celebrate by getting the Christmas tree on the weekend closest to my birthday. I got to pick out our trees and be in charge of decorating. I still remember how special I felt. Although my dad still knows me, he doesn't remember how he blessed me those many years ago. However, his thoughtfulness has impacted me all these years, as I too try to think of ways to bless others.
Today, after
church and the traditional taking my parents to lunch, I came home
and went to bed for awhile. As I was waking from my nap, I heard the
cracking of wood outside and then the light beam from a flash light
came through my window. I heard people trying to keep secrets and
trying to be quiet so as not to wake me. I came out of my room and
saw the girls that live here making me birthday cards. They gave me
cookies (I don't think birthday cookies have calories). Their mom, was
making me birthday dinner. Then, commotion at the door as Jonathan and
Josiah attempted to get a very large and natural looking tree into
the house. How thoughtful Josiah was to remember to continue a
tradition that was started years ago and bring the tree in to
decorate for my birthday. The day started out a little rough because
I was late taking my myasthenia pill this morning and couldn't hold
my head up during church (it was OK, people thought I was praying all
that time-now they probably think I am very spiritual!). The cool
thing was that after resting and taking my medicine, I was strong and
got to help decorate the tree! It is such a cool tree! Our definition
of cool is maybe different than other people's. Our trees are very
unique, we just let them grow and see how they turn out.
As I sit here
looking at the tree and listening to Christmas music, I reflect on
all my blessings...on all the people that have made my life rich.
God bless you,
every one.