Every childhood Christmas morning started off with a simple routine. Waking up, I would be full of excitement to see what Santa had brought in the night, only to quickly remind myself of two very important things. So with a pause in my antsy to get out of the bed and to the living room, I would quickly say aloud, "HappyBirthdayJesus.HappyBirthdayMama." (no breaths, nor spaces in between). A strange routine at best, but nonetheless a tradition indeed.
Yep, my mom is a Christmas baby and for every Christmas I have ever celebrated, her birthday has taken a back seat. Selflessly, year after year, she has let us enjoy the cheer of the holiday without a peep of her special day. So this December, I decided it was time the tide changed. My mom deserves a birthday celebration and that's what we gave her. Happiest of birthdays to my sweet Mama!
The view from the top of the Center in the Square was stunning. I've never seen the city look quite so majestic and I was completely taken with the beauty. Sometimes an elevator ride to the top floor turns into an unexpected, but lovely surprise! I'm already planning my return visit.
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