So tomorrow (well for my present self as I am writing this, that guy’s tomorrow) is my birthday.
My birthday. The day I celebrate the wonderful time of life, happiness, and my mommy loving me enough to go through how ever much pain it was to bring me into this world.
Lets start with gratitude.
I’m ever grateful for my mom. Why? Well for starters she carried me inside of her for 9 months, endured what men would deem as torture (if they ever had to give birth), and then raise me up. She has been one of my best friends, teachers, mentors, comforters, and my inspiration of what a godly woman should look like.
My mom is the best. Hands down, you can’t change my mind.
My mom is one of the few women that I know that spoils her kids and does nearly everything for them.
Does this cause issues later in life? Well it can… but so far for me all it has done is shone me how much I miss my mother and love her dearly.
It has also made me set a really high standard for the girls that I might potentially date.
Of course it isn’t necessarily fair to judge young inexperienced girls with the greatness of my mother…. But I do.
Anyhow this past week has been a good reminder of how great my mom is. The thought process started with the simple thing called: cake. Yes cake.
With my birthday being tomorrow I would normally (for the first 20 years of my life) end up having my mommy making a cake in some sort of fashion every year, and would be spoiled. The attention would be on me. Everything to make my day special would be done…
Fast forward to the present, and here I sit typing away the night before my birthday and I’m making my own cake. For the first time ever I’m alone for my birthday.
Grant it I do have friends that I’ll be hanging out with tomorrow, and I will be around people all day tomorrow….
But no one I’m hanging out with is quite like my mommy.
Who loves me for me, cares for me, cherishes me, feeds me, and doesn’t ever want to leave me.
This is yet another reminder that family is the most important thing outside of your faith that you could ever hold on to. Cherish them with all your heart. You won’t always have them around. Make every moment last.
You never know when it may be the last.
Hopefully my cake turns out to be wonderful… It should. I mean I am a Sager after all, and we know how to cook. 🙂
Eventually I’ll make some girl really happy with the said ability. Until then, my belly likes the fact that it gets good food.
I’m thankful for the opportunities that God has for me where I am.
I’m thankful for my new friends.
And now I need to go check my cake so I have something delicious to eat tomorrow.
21 Here I come!