Tomorrow is my birthday. I am older than 40 and younger than 45. I normally don't advertise it, but I can't tell my story unless I do.
Taking two vehicles to church tonight, Dave decided to take the kids home. On the way home - all by myself - I clued in as to why he whisked them off so quickly.
"Mom, it's your birthday tomorrow!" my son informed me as I walked through the door.
Smiling because it confirmed my suspicion, I thanked him for reminding me.
A few minutes later, he rushed to see his dad, informing him, not so quietly, that he "let me know it was my birthday but he didn't tell me anything else". Dave and I grinned at each other while he "quietly" reminded Seth not to say anything else.
Then, while praying with the kids at bedtime, Seth leaned to my ear to whisper:
"Mom, dad is gonna wake Hannah and I up early tomorrow for your birthday!"
The little stinker.
Not that any of this is a surprise at all. It did make me grin, and also made me realize he'll probably be 22 before he can keep a secret.
Happy birthday to me tomorrow. I look forward to lunch with my sisters (and friend, whom we call a sister) - a tradition we established a few years ago, and who knows what else. I doubt I'll be surprised, but strangely enough, I am actually looking forward to it.
Which is a miracle when you're over-the-hill.