Yesterday was my husband’s Birthday. We drove to the city to see our kids and spend his special day with them.
We drove home after a fantastic day, discussing past birthdays and remembering special times. We were talking about a time his mom forgot his Birthday. His mom is older, and it just slipped her mind. She didn’t do it intentionally; just part of getting older for her.
I was immediately taken back to a time in my life when I sat and waited for my mom to call, but it never came.
My Birthday had never been a happy day for most of my adult life. I have spent most of my adult life waiting for a call on my Birthday from the one person I thought should be excited for me and want to celebrate what I thought should feel like a special day to her.
But that day just didn’t come.
All day I thought about how grateful I am to celebrate with my husband on his special day. What a blessing he is, and I am grateful...