As most of you know, I have an amazing husband who loves and cares for me unconditionally. What you may not know is that today is my birthday. I woke this morning thinking of Jordan and my Dad and how much I miss hearing their voices and that they won’t be here to wish me a happy birthday. This time last year Daddy was sick, and lay dying in the hospital. They found a way through Mark to reach out to me. Here is the first email I read (sent at 5:34 am) this morning as the house is still and quiet:
Hi my Love:
Our son came to me in my dreams tonight and asked if he could be the first one today to wish you a Happy Birthday. When I told him he couldn’t he insisted he could through me as long as I didn’t utter the words before the time stamp on this email. This way, technically of course he would be first. Who can argue with Jordan? So..
“Happy Birthday, Mom. I’m your first, and will always be. Today, hear my voice in your heart as I celebrate you and this day. I miss you too.
Now, not to be undone, I heard noise downstairs and the aroma of coffee brewing filled my nose. An older Presence was downstairs making coffee at an hour at only which He would be awake. I came down the back stairs of our house, warily because it was dark outside,. When I got downstairs, Pop was there, in the big chair in the corner with a piping hot cup of coffee, in his robe, his legs stretched out on the ottoman, white socks, slippers to one side.. The blinds had been pulled up, Nessie was under her covers, undisturbed by the hour or the Presence. He was looking out the window. I sat on the couch, looking at him. When I started to speak he raised his hand and commanded my silence. “Do you hear the birds singing?” he asked. “Yes,”. “Did you do what the Boy asked?”. “Yes, Daddy.” I replied. He looked at me and asked again, “Do you hear the birds singing?” “Yes, but…”. Once again, hand raised, he said, “Well, tell her I said it second. She’s my first too, you know.” I nodded. I saw a piece of paper with small handwriting on it.
I woke up. Composed and sent this email.
So, I’m third, and You are so loved.
I hope you find peace today, and hear the birds singing in the morning. It’s quite a racket now. In the quiet hours.
I love you now and obviously, forever.
Birthday gifts come in so many forms. I have to say that already today I’m feeling blessed and so grateful for the love that surrounds me.