November is a month of birthdays. A month of celebrating special people. Blessed. Both my mother and mother-in-law were November babes. My life has been blessed by the women role models in my life. I couldn't have picked them out any better if I had done it myself! I have noticed on Facebook that people are posting daily, what they are thankful for. Must have something to do with Thanksgiving. Thankful. Just saying this very word, that comes from the depths of my being, freezes me. Why is it that tragedy makes a person more thankful, more aware of the specialness. A friend gave me a devotional. 1,000 Reasons to be Thankful. Sometimes when thinking of the things I'm thankful about it seems my list can be a bit unconventional. Maybe a little hard to follow. Abstract? Perhaps. The outward thankfulness I feel for my family doesn't compare to the feelings I carry inside. My Thankful list is kept in my heart. These days it's not spoken of too often. At times, when in conversation with a Friend, the thankfulness pours from my heart by way of eyes, moistening my face. I heard something recently that a lot of conversations are defined not by what is said but what is not said.
Two of my three boys were born in November. Celebration. It has always a month of celebration. By the time we were through November we had eaten more cakes and pies then you could "shake a stick at". Favorites. Carrot cake, pumpkin cake, sour cream lemon pie, cherry pie. It was always a month of everything but chocolate. But that's okay because my celebration in October always includes chocolate.
So, yes, November is truly a month to be thankful. My boys are such a blessing in my life. Many memories. I will always cherish the memories of my boy who would be turning 18 this year but has gone before us where celebrations are common place and eternal light reins. Do they celebrate birthdays? Maybe they have a different definition of birthdays. Maybe it is the day they enter Heaven or perhaps the day they accepted Jesus as their Savior. Pretty sure I don't know. But here on earth he will always have a birthday and I will always celebrate it because I am eternally grateful and happy to call him my son.
One year we decided that it was time for a Disneyland trip. November was the chosen month. It just so happened that there was a 3 day weekend and a few birthdays to celebrate. So off we went. Aunt Von, my "fine figure of a man" and I loaded our kids in the mini van and down the road we went. We stayed in a "family suite". Talk about an adventure. Pretty sure it rained during the drive. Any drive to southern California, by way of the Grapevine, through LA traffic is eventful. Throw in four kiddos, three adults and adventures abound. We arrived at our "family suite" hotel after a very long day. The first thing we saw was the wig shop in the parking lot of the hotel. We had fun with that one. The "family suite" was two hotel rooms with an adjoining room. The continential breakfast was more than pathetic. Nonetheless it was all good. Grandma and Papa flew from Sacramento and went to Disneyland with us. Aunt Carla and Marcus (Orange County residents) also joined in the fun. Three fun filled days at Disneyland. What could be better? The memories we built are unsurpassed to none.
So here's to celebrating. Cherishing. Here's to Life and the many memories we intend to make with our family while still on this earth. So celebrate we shall. The many memories and birthday bashes and knowing that being another year older is a pre-requisite to remaining on this earth.
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