The three best days of my life are the days my babies were born. There is nothing in the world that even comes close to the magic of these moments. Holding those perfect little wrinkly, mushy people that I had carried in my body for nine months has to be the closest to Heaven we ever get here on earth. While having babies is a perfectly natural, normal and even commonplace experience, it felt like nothing short of a miracle to me.
I am thinking about this today because it is my birthday. Three times I have gotten to hold my own precious newborn babies on the days of their birth. It’s hard to fathom that I was loved like this and that my parents felt like they were getting a miracle, just as I have felt. I don’t see how my own kids could ever treasure their birthdays the way that I do. So today, I am thinking about my parents. They have not only given me millions of happy moments but have helped me learn how to find them on my own. That is a truly valuable gift.
While there is much room for improvement in my life, today I can easily count my blessings and for that I am grateful.
Fleet, Luke and Elle on the days they were born.
My parents on the day I was born and on my birthday a couple years ago.