"…And she smiles at the future." ~Proverbs 31:25

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My birthday wish

It’s my birthday, and I’m asking YOU for a gift. Yes, that flies in the face of everything my sweet mother taught me. (Sorry, Mom.) But what I’m asking for won’t cost you a dime and will only take a moment.

Awww...Thanks, Troy.

Would you leave me a comment today? Here, on my blog…It’s easy, I promise! The very FIRST time you leave a comment below, I will have to approve it before it shows up here. That is just to keep the spam at bay. (You can only imagine the kind of junk that tries to attach itself…Let’s just say it’s NOT anything you want to read, and I certainly don’t want it to be part of my blog!) After that first approval, any comment you make from that same computer will show up automatically.

So, I know it’s a weird request, but even if you’ve never left one here before, would you leave a comment to let me know you were here? I don’t care what you say. Tell me what you’re doing today, or what you’re thinking, or the last thing that made you smile. Tell me what you’re thankful for, or what inspires you. Just let me know you were here.

Seeing comments always makes my day, and your thoughts make this a better blog.

That’s it—my birthday wish. 

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The night I always cry

I cried last night, and to be honest, it wasn’t a big surprise. I do this regularly—four times a year, to be precise. On the eve of each child’s birthday, I bawl like a baby. (In fact, just for today, I’m thinking of changing the name of my blog to “Why Amy Bawls.”)

You see, my baby girl is turning three today…

Last night of two

…so I wasn’t a bit surprised when the tears began welling up last night.

Here’s how it usually goes:

I start getting teary as I tuck the child into bed the night before his or her big day. I can’t help it—I know it will be the last time I ever get a hug from two-year-old Remi, for example…The last kiss from my two-year old…The last time to tell two-year-old Remi goodnight.

I make a valiant effort to get myself together for the sake of my (confused) child. But once she’s asleep, I sneak back into her room. As I watch her sleep, I think about what a gift this child has been to our family. I think about the day she was born, and how much she’s grown since then. I think about how fast the years are going by. And the tears return. (Does anyone else do this?)

I consider the fact that every birthday that goes by means that we are another year closer to the time when this beloved child will fly away from our little nest. (Why do I torture myself this way?)

And then, I remind myself that we really don’t know how long we’ll have any of our children—maybe for 18 years, but then again, maybe not. At this point, I fall on my knees, thanking God for every moment we’ve had with this little one so far, and begging Him for more. 

Watching the rhythmic rise and fall of her chest as she dreams, I am amazed that God chose to bless me in this way, and I plead with Him to help me be a better mother in the coming year than I’ve ever been before.

The GOOD thing about these quarterly crying jags is that I get all my blubbering out of my system the night before the child’s birthday, and by the next day I’m fine—happy, and ready to enjoy the day of celebration.

So no…now that I think about it, I won’t be changing my blog title after all. This is a GREAT day, and I have every reason to smile.

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