I’d like to think I’ve learned not to take life for granted. But, here it is, only three years after Serenity Beth was diagnosed with rare, aggressive cancer, and already I’ve dismissed the brass band instead of marching it down the street on her birthday.
Seriously, we should be throwing a magnificent party today because Serenity Bohon is 33!!!!!!. I remember celebrating her 30th birthday – after the surgery, the radiation, the horror, and then the glorious birth of little Jake. The celebration was so rapturous that I even told the waitress at Ruby Tuesday’s, “It’s her birthday. And she almost died. We’re a little emotional.”
Yet, here we are on a rainy Monday barely paying any attention at all to the event. Fortunately, Serenity is having a great time on vacation with her little clan. But, I’m going to work as usual…
No, that isn’t true. I’m going to work with a deep, delicious, tear-jerking sense of gratitude and joy. It isn’t the kind of thing that requires a brass band, because I carry the tune of it in my heart every day. It is Gratitude for life, for love, and for the rare privilege of being the mother of such a person.
Happy Birthday, Serenity Beth.
YES! Praise God! and I remember when she was but 3 days old, and big as a minute. Still the same sweet cute lovable girl.
It is definitely good to be alive. And even better to be loved.
beautiful. Happy birthday indeed.