My apologies to everyone NOT born in Gaudete Sunday week.
Seriously, I cannot imagine a better week to come into this world.
I had a nice heart-to-heart with God today on my way to Mass. And I thanked Him for everything, especially for letting me be born. And everything else that followed that.
December has to be the best month for birthdays. And I feel like on this Sunday of rejoicing, everything is a present to me.
I’ve had the best morning. After Mass, I went to a local coffee shop and drank coffee while reading a fantastic little book about St. Joseph. (The part I read this morning was about doing God’s will in your everyday life. In Ordinary Time, if you will.)
Then I came home and turned on my Christmas music full blast. I’ve been singing along with the Notre Dame Glee Club and dueting with Nat King Cole. I especially sang my heart out on O Holy Night. It’s always been my dream to sing that at Christmas. But I think the closest I’ll come is singing it in my kitchen while baking.
Today I sang it while making Oreo Truffles.
but wait, it gets better.
My entire apartment smells like Christmas trees, because I have an awesome “Fresh Balsam” candle from Bath and Body Works burning.
And did I mention it’s SNOWING!?
Yeah, it’s pretty incredible. And all for my birthday.
(I asked for snow near my birthday — not on my birthday, for fear that it would ruin the birthday party I’m planning for myself. )
Christmas carols, chocolate, fresh balsam, and snow blowing past my window.
Happy Birthday to me.