Events from the last few years have made my birthday an emotional one, which I'm sure is one of the reasons I've been melancholy this week. The day after my 28th birthday, my cousin celebrated his last birthday because four months later he was killed. The day before my 29th birthday, my grandpa passed away. Two weeks before my 30th birthday, I found myself suddenly not pregnant anymore. I realized last night that I've been a bit stressed out this week, holding my breath that something else will come along and make today a sad memorial instead of a happy one.
In my anxiety, I turned to an inspirational quote book and read this:
"God can do great things with our lives, if we but give them to Him in sincerity. He can make them useful, uplifting, heroic. God never wastes anything. God never forgets anything. God never loses anything. As long as we live we have a work to do. We shall never be too old for it, nor too feeble. Illness, weakness, fatigue, sorrow--none of these things can excuse us from this work of ours. That we are alive today is proof positive that God has something for us to do today."
--Anna R. B. Lindsay
I choose to celebrate my parents who have loved me and supported me.
I choose to celebrate the decisions I have made over the past ten years: becoming a wife, becoming a teacher, becoming a mom, becoming a pro at folding fitted sheets.
I choose to celebrate today, the day I was born, the day God gave me to continue working for good.
I choose to accomplish something today, specifically to play with my daughters, be kind to my students, and give my husband a long kiss when he gets home from work. What else does God have in store for me today? I'm not sure, but I'll let you know.
I can tell you the next thing I'm doing: reading Skippyjon Jones. Miss Sydneykins requested it.
PS: Thanks, Mom, for these pictures! I love them.