Recently, my brother-in-law and I shared our birthdays during the set up for my stepson and his fiancé’s wedding. Jason and Laura bought us a luscious chocolate cake, and everyone gathered around to sing “Happy birthday to you.”
My husband, children, and family were so concerned that my birthday received its due in the midst of the wedding preparations, and so they kept asking me what gifts I wanted.
I didn’t feel at all concerned about gifts. As I age, my desire for gifts has changed. What I wanted for my birthday was to be with my family. They gave me the best gift of all—the gift of time.
Give me the gift of time…
a tiny tug on the ear
Sweet wine sipping that says…
I’m not rushing
A smile that melts away worry