"Dear Jesus, thank you for this day. Thank you for this food. Thank
you for letting us go to Heaven someday. Thank you that I am going to turn
4, then 5, then 6, then 7."
This was the prayer of my daughter a couple nights ago at dinner. Along with melting my heart, it has also caused me to think. I remember being little. My family always made a huge deal about birthdays. The night before my birthday would feel like Christmas eve. The excitement caused for a sleepless night. It was our special day....the presents, meal of our choice, the cake, the special treatment. Oh to be that excited about my birthday again. To have the excitement of my three year old daughter about turning another year older. It sad to me how easily certain special things, over time, just become ordinary to us. My birthday is coming up on Monday and I am actually not looking forward to turning another year older. It's just a reminder to me how fast time goes by...how much I am taking for granted...how ordinary life is becoming to me. I long to see things through the eyes of a child again...to have the faith of a child.