I woke up at 6AM with the familiar beep-dong of my iPhone that tells me that I have a message on Facebook.  I was a bit startled because I don’t EVER get messages that early.  Then I remembered it was my birthday.  I repositioned myself under the warm quilt and went back to sleep.  By the 13th beep-dong in about 15 minutes, I turned down the ringer because I planned to finish my birthday “sleep in.”

When I slowly emerged from the blankets, the messages were a wonderful beginning of my day.

I’ve always loved that my birthday was four days before Christmas.  In my family growing up, all gifts and attention centered around Christmas.  We got one gift for our birthday but more gifts than we could count for Christmas.  Therefore, birthdays were barely recognized.  However, mine was special because I could get condolences all year round because–sadly–I was a “Christmas baby.”

As the years have passed too swiftly, I’m still happy to have my birthday four days before Christmas.  I have a cake being cooked by my daughter, a day planned with my granddaughter, a “Happy Birthday, Grandma,” from my grandson.  My Facebook beep-bong keeps singing.

I am blessed and happy that I’m having another birthday.  In fact, my heart is singing, “Happy birthday, to me…”