Each year we celebrate our birthdays. Whether it be to some just another year older or a birthday milestone, we celebrate. Sometimes it’s the celebration of becoming a teenager, finally being able to drive, drinking age, or hitting your milestone of 30’s, 40’s, 50’s, 60’s, 70’s. All in all, we celebrate. Some make birthdays a big deal and others may say it’s just another year. Another birthday. But, in this household we celebrate…….
Because to me, it is not just another year older. It is another year of life. A life where you have the chance to be who you are or who you are meant to become.
Birthdays had a whole new meaning when I became a mom. Now, I celebrate birthday’s through two munchkins. I celebrate for them, with them, and because of them. As they hit their life’s milestones. As they so badly want to age another year. As they plan the theme, the invite and the presents they so desperately want. I celebrate with them.
But, each year, it’s not the party or the presents we look at together at the end of the day. But, the pictures. Birthdays bring stories old and new. I tell them how we got their name and how excited mommy and daddy were when we welcomed them to this world. We watch old home video’s and funny stories about them as babies. I share their birthing story. From the beginning to the present.
Today marks another special birthday. Today is David’s birthday. Today he would be 45. However, the celebration of the day has been replaced. It is replaced with a more special day. One we will celebrate in a short week. His heaven anniversary. The day he became alive in a different way. The day he entered heaven. Where unlike when we enter this world greeted by our mom and dad, he was welcomed by God with open arms. Were I imagine his eyes opened and squinted at the blindness of the light around him. Where he felt peace as he sat in the presence of his savior. Where he didn’t need to worry any more, because at that moment he was being held. Gone were the days of carrying or caring for anyone else, but instead he was being carried. He felt a love that was unexplainable. He was surrounded by many. And he cried. Not of pain, but of complete surrender to the God before him. Where he felt peace in a way that none of us will know until we are there. But, he became alive.
So, this day, his actual birthday, the day he became alive on this earth is a day to celebrate his life here. The short years he lived, but the lasting impact he left. The kids and I decided this a.m. that for Daddy’s birthday we will start the tradition of eating M&M’s all day! They didn’t seem to throw any opposition. In honor of his love for the colored chocolate. Anyone who knew David, knew he always had a stash. Beyond the devouring of M&M’s today, I also give the gift of saying………
Happy Birthday David, to the life you lived. The way you believed. The heart you shared. The father you were. The friend you became. The husband you were gifted. The story you lived. My present to you. To continue the joy you left in the heart of Audrey and Parker. To take this day and share your stories of life with them. To honor you each day with them. To make sure they ALWAYS know who you are. To let them know that God is why we go to Heaven, but daddy is the bonus. To share with them the way you laughed. The way you rushed home from work to see them. The patience of your character. The way you loved their mommy unconditionally. But, most importantly, the God you loved.
Taking Steps by Faith,