68 years ago, a little girl was born on Christmas morning...the sole present for her 4 unappreciative, and perhaps slightly resentful, older brothers. Throughout the decades, Little Martha continued to share her special day, not only with her own mother who was also born on December 25th, but also, of course, with the celebration of her Savior's birth.
This year, Little Martha finally had her turn. It was simple and short, but nevertheless, it was HER celebration. Little Martha (in case you don't already know) is my Momma. Our extended family had decided not to get together for Christmas until December 29th this year, so Daddy secretly invited us all to come by to honor Mother and have birthday cake ON HER BIRTHDAY. All about her...no Christmas celebration with them that day...just my Momma's birthday.
It was wonderful. She was entirely surprised and thrilled that all of us showed up, and shocked that Papa had pulled it off without the least suspicion on her part! Daddy had bought a beautiful birthday cake for her and we celebrated together for about an hour.
My Momma is one very special lady. Her life has been complicated, to say the least, but she has received and rested in the grace of Christ to carry her through all kinds of joys and testings. She is my dearest friend who, in spite of knowing me thoroughly, has listened to me, understood me, suffered long with me, and showered me with grace and love.
I love you, Momma. Happy Birthday.