I am growing quite fond of birthdays.
In the past, they were just another day to me - people sent you cards, your family gave you presents, and maybe there would be cake...! It was the celebration of the day that made it special, not the other way around. I don't know when, exactly, that started to change, couldn't pinpoint it, but I know that's not how I feel anymore.
There are so many ways to divide a year. There's the standard December to December, the change from '15 to '16, or '16 to '17, or the September to September calendar, if you're in elementary or high school, counting the days until summer. And then there are birthdays. May 06 to May 06, one whole year uniquely mine, and I'm just starting to appreciate it. This past year, my 19th, was the best of my life.
I learned a lot this year, made a lot of new friends, and wrote a book. I traveled across the world, flew in an airplane for the first time, and was chased and then caught a hundred different times by the crazy, crazy love of God.
It's been a good year... and here's to another.
do you love birthdays?? Have you had one yet this year, or are you still looking forward?
p.s. editing post #3 (about taking time off) coming up this week!