Today is special. It’s the very first time in all my life I’ve been able to say this. Happy Birthday, Daughter!!
This family of mine includes a GIRL. And it strikes me just now as I write. God knew it would be important. These past months, adding even more boys – I’d need to add a girl besides.
I needed you this week. Really. Down on hands and knees, nose to the carpet – taking the same pose as the puppy who may or may not be responsible for the stench filling my house. And I’m actually not sure who’s to blame. Having raised boys for this many years I’m aware of other possibilities. Enough said.
None of them could smell it. Not even my husband. And right then and there I needed you. PLEASE come and tell me I’m not crazy. I need you girl.
(A note for the record. Luke did stop by later in the week. And he did confirm. This house smells like bungus. And today I’m happy to report. After a large sum of money spent on carpet cleaning, and my day off spent cleaning and Febrezing like a maniac, and finally a spring day with windows wide open. The smell is gone.)
The boys lately have been asking me quite often – why are girls so complicated? True maybe. But boy, oh boy. It’s in those moments I could use a girl’s perspective. To help explain and defend and to give weight when I say, you boys aren’t all that easy to comprehend either. Just saying.
You notice the things they don’t. Like haircuts and color. A new frame on the mantel. Wardrobe updates. A clean kitchen! Girl things. And it’s fun to share those little pleasures with someone who gets it. Someone who cares.
Today when I was cleaning I came across a Mason jar filled with decorative little notes. From you. A jar of blessings for my birthday a couple of years back.
You are a great example of a servant leader.
You have shown me the reward of living a life totally devoted to Christ & His Kingdom.
You have demonstrated what it means to be a true PRAYER WARRIOR.
You are selfless with your time, money & energy because your treasures are in heaven.
You open your home to destructive kids week after week!
Blessing after blessing after blessing. I count them. Two dozen in all. 24 notes written in your hand. What a treasure.
YOU are a treasure, Kiana.
A woman of passion. Incredible talent. A lover of Jesus. Wife to my son.
I shake my head as I watch you in motion. ALL of the things you are able to do. Artist. Photographer. Kids’ Pastor. Scholar. Athlete. (Almost as competitive as the boy you married. Or more?)
Kiana. What a blessing to have a YOU as a daughter. What a privilege to be “mom” to you.
Happy Birthday Girl! I love you.