Birthday Celebration
My birthday came in with a whimper and went out with a bang. I finally finished the final edit of Plenty More Love. That is my novel that will be released in October 2005.
In addition to finishing the edit on Plenty, I worked my day job too. This was the first time in ages that I had to work on my birthday. But when you have a small three-person office you do what you've got to do. Months ago I'd given my assistant the day off so that she could go to her family reunion.
After work I took my daughter to the mall to meet friends at the movies. Upon returning home, I found myself all alone with rare moments to be reflective. As I thought over the various periods of my life--living single, married with children and now with one child gone and another in her senior year of high school--I wonder what this new era will bring. I pray that my husband and I will enjoy good health and have the opportunity to travel the world as we've dreamed.
Our seven-year old twin niece and nephew refused to allow me too long to contemplate. They insisted that birthdays have to be celebrated on one's birthday. They could not accept the explanation that I had special plans to commemorate my birthday on Saturday night. To them birthday is synonymous with a party and cake. And party we did. I threw on clothes and joined my siblings with the younger children in the family (all the teens and young adults have plans onFriday night) for an impromptu party. Their simple affair was just as fun as the more eleborate long planned events we've had in the past.
Saturday night my husband had to work, but my sisters took me to the Barn Dinner Theater. We enjoyed the professional production of Goodbye Charlie. The night marked the first major outting for my eldest sister who had knew surgery in March. It was difficult for her to navigate the buffet, but with our help she managed to get a full meal and dessert. The most wonderful part of the evening was the play's beautiful set and nostalgic music.
My birthday weekend continued this morning when my sixteen-year old surprised me by agreeing to go to early morning worship with me. What a hallelujah good time! There is nothing more peaceful nor inspiring than praising our Savior in the fresh light of a summer day. The pastor's sermon was taken from Psalm 37. "The son of our righteous man will not go hungry." That verse brought a large degree of comfort to me.
Now I'm awaiting the arrival of my six-month old granddaughter. Her mother is bringing her to spend the night with her grandmere. Got to go and prepare the house for her.
In addition to finishing the edit on Plenty, I worked my day job too. This was the first time in ages that I had to work on my birthday. But when you have a small three-person office you do what you've got to do. Months ago I'd given my assistant the day off so that she could go to her family reunion.
After work I took my daughter to the mall to meet friends at the movies. Upon returning home, I found myself all alone with rare moments to be reflective. As I thought over the various periods of my life--living single, married with children and now with one child gone and another in her senior year of high school--I wonder what this new era will bring. I pray that my husband and I will enjoy good health and have the opportunity to travel the world as we've dreamed.
Our seven-year old twin niece and nephew refused to allow me too long to contemplate. They insisted that birthdays have to be celebrated on one's birthday. They could not accept the explanation that I had special plans to commemorate my birthday on Saturday night. To them birthday is synonymous with a party and cake. And party we did. I threw on clothes and joined my siblings with the younger children in the family (all the teens and young adults have plans onFriday night) for an impromptu party. Their simple affair was just as fun as the more eleborate long planned events we've had in the past.
Saturday night my husband had to work, but my sisters took me to the Barn Dinner Theater. We enjoyed the professional production of Goodbye Charlie. The night marked the first major outting for my eldest sister who had knew surgery in March. It was difficult for her to navigate the buffet, but with our help she managed to get a full meal and dessert. The most wonderful part of the evening was the play's beautiful set and nostalgic music.
My birthday weekend continued this morning when my sixteen-year old surprised me by agreeing to go to early morning worship with me. What a hallelujah good time! There is nothing more peaceful nor inspiring than praising our Savior in the fresh light of a summer day. The pastor's sermon was taken from Psalm 37. "The son of our righteous man will not go hungry." That verse brought a large degree of comfort to me.
Now I'm awaiting the arrival of my six-month old granddaughter. Her mother is bringing her to spend the night with her grandmere. Got to go and prepare the house for her.
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