HAPPY BIRTHDAY

Greetings,

I will have to keep this extremely short due to some unusual circumstances. However, I wanted to share that today is not only our country's independence day celebration, BUT it's also Amira's 5th birthday. I cannot believe my baby is 5 years old today, alhamdullilah.

My bestest friend in the whole world, Mindy, fell ill with Diverticulitis and is currently in the hospital. So this morning Mindy's mom, Amira and I will be going to the hospital to see her. What will feel strange about the visit is that Amira was born in this exact hospital 5 years ago on this day. I told her we were going there and she seemed happy to see this place where she was born as she's not been there since, alhamdullilah.

Anyway, later tonight we will have a little family birthday party for her and then finish off her birthday by watching the fireworks from our front yard. We always tell Amira that the entire country celebrates her birthday..........lol

Blessings to you all.

To My Precious Baby Girl - Amira

It’s hard to believe it’s been 4 years since Amira was born, alhamdullilah. She is honestly a gift sent from God. Truly she touches everyone that comes into her life. She’s loving, tender, kind, and determined. She has brought a confidence out in me that I don’t would have otherwise come out.
Truly our children come into this world to teach us----not the other way around.
To my precious baby girl, Amira, may Allah bless you always, keep you safe, and guide you at all times. Happy Birthday Baby! I love you so very much.

I dedicate Martina McBride’s song “In My Daughter’s Eyes” to Amira.

In My Daughter's Eyes

In my daughter's eyes I am a hero

I am strong and wise and I know no fear

But the truth is plain to see

She was sent to rescue me

I see who I wanna be

In my daughter's eyes

In my daughter's eyes everyone is equal

Darkness turns to light and the

world is at peace

This miracle God gave to me gives me

strength when I am weak

I find reason to believe

In my daughter's eyes

And when she wraps her hand

around my finger

Oh it puts a smile in my heart

Everything becomes a little clearer

I realize what life is all about

It's hangin' on when your heart

has had enough

It's giving more when you feel like giving up

I've seen the light

It's in my daugter's eyes

In my daughter's eyes I can see the future

A reflection of who I am and what will be

Though she'll grow and someday leave

Maybe raise a family

When I'm gone I hope you see how happy

she made me

For I'll be there

In my daughter's eyes

Someone's Special Day

Today was my friend, V’s, 30th birthday. To some a mere number of years on this earth; to others a ‘landmark’ year; and to others a special day.

What I found interesting about this particular day was how this special day for my friend turned out to be about everyone else but her.

I could be wrong, but it seems we all feel a little special or desire to feel acknowledged on our birthdays. Narcissistic behavior? Maybe. V is no exception. She is not one that generally draws attention to herself, and generally goes along with pretty much anything anyone wants to do. However, anyone that knows her knows her birthday is special to her.

Now for the part that seemed rather intriguing to me. It seemed the people we worked with wanted to honor her birthday with a lunch gathering----great! However, no one bothered to ask V where she’d like to go for her special day. In fact, it was suggested we do lunch another day so that ‘so-and-so’ could join, and would V mind waiting until the following week to celebrate her birthday. What? Why couldn’t those that were able to, celebrate with V on her day, and then the following week meet up with so-and-so? Moreover, even some of V’s family members were suggesting that V make her famous ‘bunt cake’ for her own birthday celebration. What? I thought part of being an honoree for the day was you didn’t have to participate in the preparation, organize the event or even structure your own celebration. I found this rather interesting that everyone else’s agenda seemed to matter more than the one we were suppose to be ‘honoring’ for the day. Now, who exudes the narcissistic traits here?

Is it that we all desire to be in the lime light and can’t stand to set ourselves aside for one day to let someone else prance on the stage? Or, is it that we are too afraid to give another attention fearing it might make the other person feel uncomfortable?