You may have noticed that I rarely if ever post on Sundays. I basically set my Sundays apart to rest from almost everything, even blogging. Besides, I'm too busy grazing around the family table to waddle to the computer.
But sometimes, a date is so ingrained in the calendar that it practically demands a yakabout even if it does fall on Sunday. Sometimes, a date is practically impossible to ignore.
Today is such a day. Care to guess why?
It's April 10th, one of my favorite days of the year. It marks the anniversary of the day that I began The Great Mommy Adventure, the birthday of my first born daughter, The Practical One.
The Practical One was born 22 years ago on a Monday afternoon. Outside, the rains were driving and the winds were raging. We could have named her Stormy Gale, had that kind of a name passed muster with the Duchess.
It didn't matter anyway, because I was completely oblivious to what was going on outside. From where I sat, there was nothing but sunshine. The girl has been lighting up my life ever since.
We call her The Practical One because she has always been a bit on the serious side. She was given the grace gifts of intellect and compassion...
...a listening heart and a helpful spirit...
And in this mom's unbiased opinon, a great loveliness as well.
I thought she might use her gift of intellect to provide for Good Old Mom in her old age, and I mentioned as much to God. I suggested a geriatric dentist... or maybe a plastic surgeon.
She's getting a degree in psychology.
Maybe she'll become a therapist.
I report. You decide.
So Happy Birthday to my very Practical Daughter.
No matter what you grow up to be,
you will always, always be my little girl.
Many daughters have done nobly, but you excel them all.
Charm is deceitful, and beauty is vain,
but a woman who fears the LORD, she shall be praised.
~Proverbs 31:29-30 NASB