It seems this day always creeps up on me, and like so many I’ve spent the past days in constant preparation. There are gifts to wrap and a feast to prepare. There are places I must go and people I can’t wait to see.
And it can become overwhelming at times. You know that time, when you’re down to the wire of the big day and there is so much more still you need or want to do to prepare for what you have planned.
I’m not just talking about the holidays. It’s what I felt, too, preparing for the arrival of my first, second, and third, born. While they call me Mom, I call them gifts. A blessing I’m not so sure I was ready to get, but would never have received if I hadn’t said “yes” and accepted the gifts I’ve been given.
Today I’m gathering the ingredients for a special feast and with that feast comes a special dessert. It’s not cookie, or brownies, or candy — no it’s a cake. A birthday cake for a special celebration.
Birthday cakes are special in our home. It’s a tradition in many ways and one birthday is coming up very soon.
Yes, we’re baking a cake for Jesus.
When my first born was a few years old and learn Christmas day was Jesus’s birthday she wanted to bake him a birthday cake and invite him into our home for a birthday party.
We’ve been baking that birthday cake for almost a decade now, but we no longer have to invite him into our home because he’s already here. He’s been invited into our hearts and is a part of our family now.
He is our gift.
He makes our family complete.
And for that, we will always celebrate Him.
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