The calendar is filled with them...little boxes, neatly arranged in rows of seven. Every year we get 365 of those little boxes...and every four years we are handed the gift of one more. We measure our life by them. We mark them off...by minutes, and hours...weeks, months, and...years. They are the days...the celebrations...of our life!

Some of our celebrations are grand events. We run to the store and purchase just the right gift, to wrap and beribbon, and tuck away until the exact right moment when we can present our treasure that will surely touch a heart and make a memory. Then we look forward to our next opportunity to repeat the process...sometimes with dreading, but most times with joy.

Whether we want them to or not, the calendar makers will keep track of the "big" days for us. Yet most of our celebrations are far more quiet, and personal. The dates in red letters that we add to our calendars. There are no rows of cards waiting for us to happen upon because Hallmark hasn't found the market for them...yet. Still, these personal moments...oh, these are the quiet moments that when added together make up our life!

In every day there is time for a Celebration!