Admittedly, we didn’t do the best of planning when we got pregnant with Brittain, because it turns out that Brittain’s birthday is 3 days after our anniversary and is also within a few days of Matt and Cecilia’s anniversary. We added to the confusion last year when we decided to have Coleman baptized the same weekend.

In addition to all of that, I mean, we’re busy people! We have CHILDREN…2 of them, in fact. And they require a LOT of attention. They require ALL my attention and because of that, I have very little brain power. So, FORGIVE ME if I forget an important date or two. Am I embarrassed that the way Dan and I remembered it was our anniversary was because I checked the mail and opened a card from his grandparents that said, “Happy Anniversary”? Am I embarrassed that this is the SECOND YEAR IN A ROW we had to be reminded by ANOTHER person that it was the anniversary of the day we married?

Yeah, sorta.

But it wasn’t just me. Dan forgot it, too.

Fortunately, this year, we realized it early enough in the afternoon of the 10th that we still had time to have a romantic evening and reminesce about the day we tied the knot.

Instead, this was the way we spent our evening and night:

By far, the best celebration of our anniversary to date.

While remembering to be thankful, my two children went from babies to teenagers in a matter of minutes.

First, Coleman got all his baby curls cut off so now he looks like a LITTLE MAN. Dan is extremely grateful for this especially after July 4th when I put him in a cute red, white and blue onesie with an American flag on the front where he thought he looked like a gymnast. Turns out, it was actually a onesie for a girl, so between the gathered sleeves and the long, curly hair, he really did resemble an even shorter version of Mary Lou Retton.
Before:

After:

This same evening Brittain started talking about her loose tooth. She’s been talking about her loose tooth for 2 years now so even when she’s talked about it more recently I haven’t paid much attention. We had a special night this night because after going shopping for slumber party stuff we arrived home at 7:30 to find Dan and Coleman asleep for the night. We stayed awake while I made birthday hats. I stood in the kitchen and she sat in there with me. We chatted, mommy and daughter style, much like my mom and I chat when we’re up late by ourselves. It was special. During this time we took turns wiggling her ACTUAL loose tooth. When it got close to midnight I finally told her it was time to go to bed so she headed back to our room to fall asleep with Dan. After just a few minutes I hear my bedroom door open and I see her coming down the hall, walking slowly, with her hands cupped together out in front of her. I hear her say, “Mommy, I lost my tooth.” I doubted what she was saying since this had been a common joke of hers lately. But as she got closer I could tell that this was no joke this time. She opened her mouth, and even through all the blood I saw a small gap at where her tooth USED to be. We celebrated, called the 2 people who we knew were still up (Aunt CC and Mimi) and prepared for the tooth fairy to come that night.

My little girl went one more step toward being a big girl. I was sad and happy all at the same time.

but not today.

I believe that God has His way of jolting you back into reality. We get caught up in superficial stuff, stuff that we think matters at the time, but doesn’t really actually matter.

God did this to me this morning. I was sitting at work and while I was keeping up with what I had to do at work, my mind was consumed with all things BIRTHDAY. Creating the most perfect 6th slumber party for Brittain has been on the forefront of my mind. Yes, it’s been keeping me from all the other more important things that weigh on my mind everyday, but nevertheless, it’s been what I’ve been allowing my brain to think about.

But then I got an email from my mom. And everything changed.

“So anyway… I had not mentioned it but Aunt Susan found a lump in her armpit night before last. She had a 7:30 appointment this morning where they did a diagnostic mammogram. The female Dr. said there was a large mass but she THINKS it looks like a sebaceous cyst. She is waiting to see a surgeon now to see what his opinion is and she will take it from there.
Found this online and inserted Aunt Susan’s name:

Need Prayer for Healing
I know that God can do all things, and I ask you God right know that by his Son Jesus Christ stripes that Aunt Susan is healed. Let the healing begin. Because God is an awesome God and a great physician. I ask you God to touch Aunt Susan from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet and mend her arm.

In Christ name
Amen”

At that moment I took a few minutes and repeated this prayer several times to myself. (In case you don’t remember, my Aunt Susan had breast cancer 10 years ago. I have written about her several times on this blog. She has been cancer free since the chemo and radiation, but if you’ve ever dealt with cancer in your family, you know that the thought of it coming back is never far from your mind.)

I went through a few different emotions. Anger, sadness, fear, guilt. Guilt because what in the hell do I worry about everyday? Because the things that I worry about, do they really even matter?

I finished my hours at work and got in the car to head home to my beautiful children. I was so anxious to see them. I wanted to go home where I felt safe and where I felt I had a little more control, because two of the people I love the very most were there and they would be in my possession and I would feel at least a little better.

I ended up getting a text from Mama as I was getting in my car.

It’s confirmed that the lump is indeed a sebaceous cyst. I send a text back that says “That’s amazing news. Praise the Lord.”

Today I have not forgotten to be thankful.

We love you, Aunt Susu. And we are so thankful to have you in our lives.