Heaven is one huge celebration every day. I have no doubt about this because God is in heaven and those who are with Him have nothing to do but worship Him and celebrate the fact that He sent His son to procure our salvation on the cross. I miss Lynda every day and especially on her birthday I am reminded of her sweet spirit and gentle pats on my back. How I would love to be sitting with her watching her enjoy cake and a coke.
I was blessed to be Lynda's mother and to watch her brothers grow up to love and respect her. As she gently patted her brother Kevin as a baby, he carefully watched over her at NMRC through his job as a recreational therapist. Kristopher and Kevin are wonderful men and I believe part of their caring and understanding comes from knowing and loving Lynda as they were growing up.
Forty-three years ago today a chubby
little 9 lb. 14 oz. baby was born in Brewton, Alabama. Three and a half years later, she became my daughter. The same heavenly Father who knitted her in her mother's womb now holds her in His arms in heaven.
May the angels sing you Happy Birthday today Lynda and I hope it will still put a smile on your face as it always did when it was sung to you here on earth. Your favorite song ever and always finished with a rousing round of applause and a great big smile.
I thank God for you. Happy Birthday.
