What's in a birthday when there are no plans for fanfare? However, January 9 didn't just come and go. I discovered my biggest fan in God. This is the bouquet of flowers that greeted me in the morning when I checked out my little sky garden. Exactly nine blooms, and one stands separately in one single pot as if to confirm to me that He also knows it's in the first month.
And oh, just for the record -- this is a record number of blooms I've seen of this plant in one showing.
I call this the manna flower because it opens only for the day. By the end of the day, it wilts. Does anyone know her name?
And oh, there's another record showing that I should keep in this journal. While still musing in delight over the divine birthday bouquet, I was in for another treat the morning after. My espresso machine voluntarily inscribed this icon on the skim of the milk in the cup that I've prepared to make a latte -- before I could even command it to pour forth my caffeine fix.