I hate my birthday. I always have. I usually cry every year for some reason or another. I know it sounds stupid but it is what it is. I know I should grow up and get over it but it is the same year after year. I guess that is something to work out in therapy.
But, this year I woke up in the beautiful country of Uganda! I was awake for thirty minutes and my mom Skype me. She stayed up late to be able to wish me Happy Birthday. Then I got to talk to Nicole too! Harriet, the house maid here, made homemade cinnamon rolls for breakfast and they were yummy! Then a little bit later Tim calls me out to the living room and everyone is out there. There are a ton of cards, a couple of presents and some kind person even sent Twizzlers. I could not believe it. I am so far from everyone I love and yet they all still found a way to make this day special. Even my sweet husband had me a gift! Harriet like a lot of Ugandan women makes these amazing paper beads and he had bought a ton of them for me. They are so beautiful! My mom had sent stuff and all my friends had sent cards with sweet words. There was a photo album with pics of my children holding Happy Birthday signs and talking on the computer with us. I was speechless and overwhelmed with love from all my favorite people. I still am not sure how my friends arranged this, but they made this the most amazing birthday of my life.
I just spoke with my girls and thanked them. I am so proud of them. They have been so good and I can’t wait to hug them. How did I get so blessed? I have the greatest family, the best friends, and a supportive and loving church. My boys are so lucky to be coming home to this environment. I am going to enjoy the rest of this day all because I know that even though I am far away from home….I am loved.
Here are some pics from my little birthday party. I have even heard a rumor that there may be a cake later. Sweet Jesus