This morning as I turned off the alarm I noticed the date – 6/26. My brain is funny when it comes to numbers. The first thought was “That reminds me of the old Mazda car.” The second thought was “It’s only nine months to my next birthday.”
Yes, like a child, I keep track of the months until my next birthday. I know, strange for someone my age.
It was also then that I realized that nine months is also the human gestation period. That means I was conceived on (or around) this date 45 years ago. A wave of awe came over me as I shaved the stubble from my face. “A miracle happened today.”
Believe what you may, my heart tells me that life is a miracle. Having experienced the birth and growth of my two daughters has given me a great appreciation for it. Yes, there are some who will debate on when life actually starts or is considered “life”. For me, it’s the moment of conception. It’s a special time and I think it’s worth remembering. Happy C-Day – Celebrate the miracle and the One who made it possible.