Birthday Post

Today is my birthday.

I am 38 years old. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about that. I don't feel like I am aging, just that time is rapidly passing. And if not for the occasional new laugh line, or random chin hair...a few gray hairs no, there are more then a few grays...

This is me. I took this pic a few days ago. When I look at it, I see myself, sure, but I also see all of the things I've gone through. I see the braces, I see the first pair of glasses I ever had back in 4th grade. I see the shy girl who once wanted to be a pageant princess. I see the sassy girl who spoke her mind in the wrong moment, to the wrong person and got shoved into a wall. I see the young woman who fiercely loved her friends, first boyfriend, and each and every child put in her care as a nanny, even when goodbyes broke her heart.

I see the broken young woman who fought through depression.

I see the woman that first gave herself to Jesus, and then accepted the proposal of a man who showed her what it meant to truly love...

I see a woman who became a mother...

Birthdays are special to me, not so much mine, but birthdays of those I love.

It's the day God gave the world a gift. YOU.

How can that not be special?

So, why then when my birthday rolls around, do I just want to act as if it's no different then any other day.

But it is.

It's the day that Sara Kay joined the world...

It's a day for her husband to say: It's your day, how would you like to spend it?"

It' a day for her kids to celebrate her with stickers!

(Roo wanted to buy me a mug that said greatest mom ever...But a purple sticker was all they could find!)

I love it.

It's my birthday, and I am 38.

I am happy to be here, happy to have made it this far and done things I didn't know I was capable of. I am excited to see what else there is...what else God has planned.

What this 38th year will bring...