The Gift of Celebrating Each Other
No. 104 - What family birthdays taught me about gratitude, legacy, and love
Over the past few weeks, our calendar has been dotted with candles and cake. Grandparents, cousins, aunts—one birthday after another. My kids have been completely swept up in it all, counting down to each celebration like it’s a holiday. To them, it’s magic: balloons, singing, extra hugs, and the simple joy of gathering.
Growing up, we used to give my mom a hard time about this very thing. She has always believed any occasion is worth celebrating. A birthday, an anniversary, a small win, a big milestone—it didn’t matter. If there was even the slightest reason to gather, she was already planning the menu and texting the group chat.
But now, watching her through the eyes of a mother myself, I see it differently.
What I once saw as “a lot” I now recognize as intentional love.
I see how she never wanted to miss a chance to make someone feel special. How she understood, instinctively, that celebration is one of the clearest ways to say: You matter. We’re glad you’re here. Your life is worth pausing for.
And I’m realizing how important that lesson is for our kids.
Because when children grow up watching us celebrate others—not just themselves—they learn something deeper than presents and parties. They learn how to notice people. They learn how to honor milestones. They learn that love is something you express out loud, not just something you quietly feel.
There’s something sacred about gathering around a table together.
Throughout Scripture, the Israelites marked moments of remembrance by sharing meals—pausing to reflect on God’s goodness and faithfulness in their lives. Their celebrations weren’t just parties; they were practices. Rhythms of gratitude. Living reminders that blessings are meant to be remembered, not rushed past.
I think that’s what my mom has been modeling all along.
Celebrating creates a rhythm. A steady return to gratitude. A habit of reflection. A gentle nudge to look around and take stock of the people who fill our lives with meaning. In a world that moves fast and forgets quickly, celebration slows us down long enough to say, This matters. You matter.
And maybe that’s the legacy I want to pass down—not perfectly decorated cakes or Pinterest-worthy parties, but a home where people feel seen. A family culture where we show up for one another. A childhood memory for my boys that says: We celebrated you, and we celebrated everyone we loved.
Celebration isn’t extra, is foundational.
It’s how we teach our children gratitude. It’s how we practice joy. It’s how we remember that the people in our lives are the real occasion.
And what a beautiful thing to hand down.
🍔 We’ve been binge watching episodes of Just a Dash after the kids go to bed, and it’s actually inspired some fun meals in our home! He’s chaotic (and not P-13) but super entertaining to unwind after a long day.
📸 If you’re starting to shop for Mother’s Day gifts, this frame makes a perfect gift for any mother (grandmother, aunt) in your life. My kids love to stand in front of it and scroll through the pictures, and we love sending new pictures to my MIL’s frame.
🫐 I am not a baker, but this blueberry lemon ricotta breakfast cakes is one of the easiest and most delicious things I’ve made. Perfect to have on hand for the weekends, or for an Easter or Mother’s Day brunch.
Happy Friday, Friends! Go out and celebrate someone this weekend!
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