Once again this day has come and quickly going… yet here we are… Celebrating your birthday. For the sixth year in a row now, I don’t get the excitement of buying a gift for you, a card, or some chocolates. Lord knows I’d much rather be standing in the card aisle of Publix looking through the funny cards, the serious ones, and the ones just for “moms.” But instead I just keep taking my deep breaths, putting one foot in front of the other all the while longing to hear your voice, see your face (instead of in a picture), touch you, smell you, and just simply talk to you.

I hope you know you’re with me every where I go. I carry you in the silver pockets of my heart, feeling you flutter a little extra on days like this.

I cant even begin to fathom what a birthday in heaven is like. It must be one of the biggest productions ever! After all, I’m sure yours is the largest, loudest and most beautiful one on those streets of gold. I bet Jesus even walks beside you holding your precious hands that are now absolutely perfect. Those legs that once caused you so much grief here on this earth are now running, strong, and steady. And I just know that precious face of yours has one of those cone birthday hats on it, with the string wrapped around that Granthum chin of yours. Every inch of you is completely restored. Its completely ridden of all the faults and frustrations of this world. So I may be a little biased, but I think you’re deserving of a celebration of that magnitude.

And really… I don’t think I could possibly miss you any more on your birthday than any other day. It’s just that some days… you’re highlighted, brought to the front line defense of my memory. I’m sure your birthday is just another day to most, but for me, its something tangible. I almost feel like I can reach out and touch it. Then it hits me… That’s why the good Lord gave me kids. You are in them. Your laugh, your eyes, your blood,and your spirit. They are the part I can always reach out and touch and have you here. Just like that.

So today I didn’t get to buy the card, or stop by and hug you tight. I didn’t get to watch your grand babies love on you or watch them help you put icing on your birthday cake.

But I did feel a flutter in my heart.

Happy Heavenly Birthday precious lady.