There was punkin pie.
Two of 'em. Best pie in the world.
Two brown-crusted pies resplendent in candles, (not the official number - our town has fire codes) and, of course, "the Song".
(Author's note: the difference between "punkin" pie and "pumpkin" pie is that the baker loves you.
You can taste the "luuuvvvvv" - even under the mandatory avalanche of Cool Whip.)
Less than 12 hours later, here I am, enjoying an early morning breakfast of pie and Elixir.
The sun's comin' up and the pie is goin' down and ain't life loverly.
Then an Elixir-sloshing thought hits me.
What was it like for Him to have a birthday?
I mean, He beat "the beginning" to the beginning.
He invented "the beginning".
And now, He has a beginning.
And birthdays. 33 of 'em, I guess.
And as a little kid, did His smile crack His face when the family gave Him the gifts?
And when He blew out the candles in the chocolate matzo balls?
(Okay, okay. I know, I know.
I'm trying to relate, okay?)
A bite of pie has me thinking birthday gifts.
Whoa.
He was the birthday gift that was given that night in the stable.
His birthday is our birthday gift.
For all of us who get born - again.
It took 33 1/2 years - plus three long days - to unwrap.
And whatta gift.
Ohhh, momma.
Now THAT'S a packaging challenge.
Stuff infinity into the finite. Squeeze the timeless into time.
And why?
So that everyday can be a birthday, full of special gifts and times.
For now and forever.
Wow.
I guess that shows just how much He loves me. And you.
Yep, that definitely qualifies
today as a "punkin" day.
Cooked up special - just for us.
It's your special day today.
Go ahead - savor each minute of it.
Can't ya just taste the "luuuvvvv"?