I love birthdays. I love the chance to celebrate these young lives that God has entrusted me with. There is little time to pause and reflect when you're the parent of little ones. You're simply in survival mode making sure that everyone is fed, clothed, clean (enough), safe, and accounted for.
But on a birthday? On a birthday you reminisce. You think back to when that child first entered your family. You remember the first time you laid your eyes on them.
|At the hospital with my youngest daughter in 2010.|
On a birthday you marvel because you now can't imagine your family without their presence. On a birthday you take time to enjoy -- just enjoy -- the amazing gift that these children are.
Birthdays help to salve those rough days when parenting feels more like a chore than a gift. They remind you of the high calling that you've been given.
And you get to eat cake.
What's not to love?