Yesterday two of our grand kids went to school. Lily started real kindergarten and Noah, the old pro, started first grade. Today their grandmother, my bride of 40 years has a birthday, she turns 62. These are big days.
I knew our kids would grow and have kids, I knew when grand kids came along they would grow and go to school. Frankly, there were many days I did not know if Marty would see her 62nd birthday. Ten years ago it didn’t seem likely, ten years ago it didn’t seem likely see would see 55.
But, here we are, our kid’s kids being real human beings growing and starting new amazing chapters and Marty surviving against the rather ugly odds of two strokes.
Life is an incredible journey.
I know our grand kids and their parents, our kids, will survive their first days and the next days. They are good, smart kids who will thrive. There will be dark days, even in kindergarten and first grade, that is life, but they will walk through the dark days and find light at the end.
In celebrating Marty’s birthday we understand that the next birthday is not a guarantee. Eleven years ago we celebrated Marty’s 51st birthday, the one after her first stroke, I was still pretty naive about Marty’s prognosis and how our life was going to turn. I talked a good game about not taking any days or any firsts or any lasts for granted. I thought I understood how precarious life could be. I didn’t.
I think I got it now. I think I understand that neither Marty nor I are guaranteed a 63rd birthday. The 2nd stroke pretty well convinced me that we all walk a very thin precious line between here and gone so I think it’s important to recognize and celebrate the milestones.
On Marty’s 62nd birthday I want her to know she is loved, I want her to know she is amazing, I want her to know that I don’t take one day, not one damn day, of her presence for granted. I want her to know she is, in my eyes a living miracle and a testament to God’s grace.
Today Marty turns 62 and our two of our grand kids go to a 2nd day of school. Here’s to many a happy day for all and here’s to 63 and all the little days in between.