I am not a Jehovah's Witness.
However, at this point in my life I'd be willing to embrace part of their life-style:
I need not celebrate anything.
It was only due to my children's expectations that my birthday was mentioned. After all, they've been taught that birthdays equate to the "Happy Birthday"
song, gifts and some type of sweet treat. So, this past weekend:
"Here, kids, have a 'Happy Birthday' sucker."
Which was greeted with a chorus of "Hoorays!"
Kids birthday expectations satisfied, the day moved onward.
My birthday wish, for 7 years running now, has looked like this: Five hours to myself.
Two hours to read a good book.
Two hours to write.
One hour to just breath.
Yep, breathing in silence, my kind of heaven on earth!
This birthday wish has yet to come true; however, I know it will...
in another 16 years or so.
We have cake in December,
February, April and June;
four cakes, in one year, is plenty!
For my birthday: "I'll have Chinese take-out, please." With the kids playing in the background, I closed the door to my bedroom, said a prayer: May I not be disturbed, may there be no fighting or crying to be heard. I ate my Chinese while watching some mind-numbing, thought-less provoking television show while giving thanks: Outside of my home-life, in the place where I live,
things are drama free.
God heard, He answered: He said, "Yes!"
Happy 37 to me.
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