No, this is not a solemn occasion, this is reality.
It was another great busy day. The furry kids didn’t climb all over me yesterday morning; my wife breezed through on her way out the door and kissed me goodbye and wished me a happy birthday; bible study, a nice fresh cup of joe, and off to work I went. That’s when things got busy.
Of course it was the last day of the work month and everyone calling to make their payments, rentals, inquiries, some additional things with my boss in town because of the snow we had the day before which postponed events; and end of month reports. The drive home was nice, I got to talk to my dad but missed a call from my daughter–it was really nice that she texted (I hope that is a word) me a really cool special birthday e-card.
Furry kids, my honey, mom-in-law, pizza, cards in the mail and then, for desert mind you 😉 my wife made this way cool chocolate cake, dark chocolate icing with chocolate chips inside the icing and, if that’s enough, raspberry filling — oh yeah. And my wife was concerned it didn’t come out right and I wouldn’t like it — ha ha! I win again. She’s so good to me.
Later, I got calls from one of my cousins and one of my brothers to catch up — we do that for our birthdays; and many birthday wishes on various social media, thank you all.
My dad sent me a package. In it were some items that had belonged to his mother, some important papers that had belonged to him that are now belong to me; and, much to my surprise, papers concerning me that he had kept for all these years–high school report cards, middle school report cards, letters, poems and stories I had written and forgotten existed, childhood immunizations, letters the Navy wrote to my dad to let him know that ownership had changed from him to me, papers that went back to the beginning, a copy of my birth certificate. In essence, my paper childhood. It was an interesting trip back in time — some things came back to me. And while on that trip down memory lane, I realized, if I had not before, birthdays are reminders that it’s time to move on. Not in the sense that you forget your childhood, youth and younger years but move on in the sense that we don’t stay back there. Live today and look forward to tomorrow because yesterday is done…it had its time and that’s why we have memories. Dad always knows…
And, to add to the goodbye of my younger years, I had a moment to say goodbye to Leonard Nimoy, a man who entertained me most of my life. A man I knew from childhood as Mr. Spock. A man who took me on impossible missions and in search of interesting things. I pray that his search is over and he rests forever in peace in the glory of the Lord.
My time is short today, my honey is out with her mom and the guys are here to build the closet but the furry kids are relaxed,
Before I go, I think I’ll have another piece of cake and a cup of coffee. Let me eat cake…I’ll move on with my life just a little later.
I am truly thankful for my life…Thank you, God.