Yesterday was my birthday, although yesterday was actually Karissa’s birthday. That’s the way birthdays should go when you are this age. They should always be for celebrating someone ELSE’s birthday, so on top of having a baby girl on my birthday as the best gift ever, her birthday is a gift in itself so that the focus is not on me but on her. At least in my mind, it is.
I was oh-so grateful for a surprise return of Sam, 10 minutes after I had told him goodbye for the day – he arrived back home and brought me a caramel long john and a beautiful card with the best handwritten message inside.
I was oh-so grateful when my boss called and sang “Happy Birthday” to me at the top of her lungs.
I was oh-so grateful to have a box from Karissa and family to open, a small package from Katrina and family to open, a gift from Michelle to open, a card from Roxanne to open, and several text messages from Oklahoma friends wishing me a good day.
I was oh-so grateful for a surprise package delivered to the kitchen porch by the postman, and it was full of happy surprises from Delores.
I was oh-so grateful for memories written and pictures shared by Lori, my forever friend. We’ve thought of each other on our birthdays for 50 years, give or take a few.
I was oh-so grateful for homemade chicken noodles in the crockpot for dinner last night, complete when served over a microwaved potato since I cannot make mashed potatoes very easily without a stovetop.
I was oh-so grateful for a phone call from Angela, text message love and wishes from both of her children, and from screaming-birthday-song-singing grandchildren followed by birthday greeting exchanges and conversation with their mama, Karissa.
I was oh-so grateful for a full day of work, followed by a mostly quiet evening at home with Sam, followed by yawns and a comfortable and warm bed at the end of the day.
And then…Karissa told me she was headed to the ER.
34 years ago, I was headed to the ER on my birthday. 34 years ago I, too, began spotting.
At the end of my ER trip, I was transported to Wichita and ended up having Karissa six weeks earlier than planned.
I am certain that when we left in an emergency, my mama spent a very restless night in her bed, waiting on any news from her daughter…just as I did last night to end my birthday, and Karissa’s birthday.
It was a night to go nuts. Mamas do that sometimes. They go nuts. I tossed and turned and prayed and texted my smaller circle of people who I knew would pray in the dark.
Karissa is now under the watchful care of a team of specialists in a hospital that has been God-placed in her path, I am certain. Her little baby girl is trying to decide whether to wait or to make a grand entrance. God knows the ansyr…and yes, I spelled that correctly. Because when baby girl arrives, she will be named Ansyr.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your paths straight. — Proverbs 3:5-6
Therefore, since we have been justified through faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. — Romans 5:1
Now may the Lord of peace himself give you peace at all times and in every way. The Lord be with all of you. — 2 Thessalonians 3:16
I am oh-so grateful for friends and family who have already put thoughts to words and words to prayers for my daughter.
I am oh-so grateful that she is in the best hands.
I am oh-so grateful for her updates to keep this go-nuts mama from going nuts.
And I am grateful for the snow that is now falling outside, a beautiful blanket on this cold January day.