Somebody let the cat out of the bag, I think. Our mailbox has been inundated with birthday greetings and gift
cards and delightful packages, full of
thoughtfulness and love; even homemade donuts and hand-drawn/painted art by my extraordinary nieces. And letters from my nephews! That had “Mom is making me do this” written between the lines, but still! They wrote me and I absolutely loved every bit. Somebody didn’t get the memo that I requested mature birthday cards this year. Thanks, brother.
Hj kindly sent me out for a morning alone, to take advantage of some birthday freebies and get myself a good winter coat. I guess I got over-excited because I promptly wrecked our van and spent the morning with Geico instead. I thanked God my kids weren’t along, I thanked God no one got hurt, and I thanked God nobody got mad at me, not even the guy in the brand new Honda Pilot. The lady in the Ford had a Jesus keychain and she kept hugging me and telling me it was ok. Later when I texted her that it was really nice running into her (thanks, Bob Goff) she sent me lots of heart emojis. She was so sweet, I just kept thinking of what Amy Carmichael said about a cup of sweet water. “For a cup brimful of sweet water cannot spill even one drop of bitter water, however suddenly jolted.” She was suddenly jolted, alright, and she just spilled out the sweetness of Jesus.
Last Saturday I woke up from a deep sleep to find the sun had risen without me. Ellie and her papa had risen without me too, and made me the cutest little stack of pancakes with a candle on top. Life has been very sweet lately, with lots of little kindnesses that I think make all the difference. Also, lots of laughs. Adam is such a ham! I have no idea where he gets it but he loves making people laugh. He says quite a few words, but his favorite is “haaaaaaa” which is a Southern way of saying “Hi!” Just watching him run around is enough for a good laugh. When he starts falling, he just speeds up and speeds up, until he sprawls flat on his belly. It reminds me of Miss Clavel, who ran fast and faster to the scene of the disaster.
Ellie heard me say I had a headache and she promptly laid her hands on my head and prayed for Jesus to bless my “haircut.” Her vocabulary exploded recently in both Dutch and English. She’s proficient at making up words and is very confident about them. She ordered that gigantic piece of carrot cake all on her own (see photo) and when we went out for breakfast for my birthday at 7am, she brightly asked the waiter for a “piece of pizza, please.” She begs to go to a boulevard, (“nola-bard”). I’m curious what she has in mind, but I suspect an ice cream parlor.
My long-lost cousin Josh popped in one evening, bearing flowers and gifts from my family. That made me scramble for words for a minute but it was a true joy to have him. We lived about an hour from him in NC, but as soon as we move to Colorado, he’s on our doorstep. Perks of living in the west where the buffalo roam, I tell myself.
Ellie and I spent a happy few hours with Meg and Emma, more long-lost friends. I was buying Meg an old postcard last Saturday morning, since she had posted on Instagram how much she loves postcards. At that moment, she emailed me and said she would be in town and could she stop by? I texted her, “Come on over! All we’ve got on the agenda is getting toilet paper.” I got the wrong number, but someone graciously replied, “Uhh….. do you need me to bring Charmin?” I tell you, I run into the kindest people.
Thank you so much to everyone who took time to bless my birthday! I savored and loved it all, even the part about getting old and wrinkly.