When we were young, you held my hand on the way to school, never embarrassed for your friends to see. And when you took the bike, you let me ride on the front bar side-saddle. Those were old days…..no helmets then.
I always felt protected then growing up, because you were around. We had our squabbles, and I still remember your Indian burns and stolen Tacobell you used to find late at night after I had hidden it to eat the next day.
I remember Birthdays where you were always happy to help out with the games, hiding behind the clothesline attaching prizes to fishing poles.
And I remember when I was in that fender bender on Christmas Eve and you came faster than anyone from the neighboring town.
I remember you teasing me about David Cassidy and the Monkeys, and Bobby Sherman.
But I also remember that you bought me the “Love Story” album and that Crystal snowflake necklace for Christmas.
And you might have been embarrassed to go see your sister sing at all those silly concerts, but I remember you went anyway.
And you were there at the greatest crisis of my life and that I will never forget.
Some people think you shouldn’t celebrate Birthdays once you get older but I don’t agree. I think we should never stop celebrating people, and life. Birthdays are a day to celebrate grace, to celebrate your individuality. So give yourself an extra portion today from me.
Because somehow you got here and made it through all those tough things. And when you think about it, each day is really a “Birth” day because we get a chance to start all over again.
God brought you this far, and it’s all been by His grace. So, today, there is one thing I want you to do.
It’s very important.
Today, give yourself permission to love yourself the way God loves you. And know that I am glad you were born, because if you hadn’t, my life would be missing something.
You, and a special someone else too.