February 12th...birthdays...Bob's and Abraham Lincoln's. Bob enjoyed saying, "All the great men were born on this day" and then he would chuckle. I carry guilt from the several years that I postponed the baking of the carrot cake because I was "so busy." I try not to dwell on those times, though, because I can't change the past. Instead, I try to remember all those other years of birthday celebrating -- the laughter, the singing, Bob's predictable words of appreciation for his "favorite cake," the ceremonial blowing out of the candles (for the kids' benefit) and later on, the jokes about the likelihood of the Fire Department coming to investigate the smoke.
This is a sweet, sad/happy day. I will be going about my Sunday routine today, content in the fellowship of choir family and church folks during worship, and taking genuine delight in our annual Valentine Coffee Hour afterward. My heartstrings will be safely tucked away so that, unless I say so, no one will ever know how much of my joy comes from the private celebration of my journey's past, secret anniversaries of this date, February 12th...a day when some really great men were born.
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