QUARTER CENTURY
‘But you don’t look any different!’ was my sister’s declaration on a birthday morning many years ago.
Neither did I look very different when I woke to my twenty-fifth birthday. {It was two months ago; I’m still catching up!}
But I felt very different. It had been in many ways an incredibly good and difficult and unexpected year, and I was approaching a new one full of prayer and joy and renewed trust.
And I had the loveliest party to celebrate—with so many of my favorite people, great Latin dancing, and enough candles to cost me two breaths.
{The grand finale was standing in the front driveway at two in the morning, gasping over my cousin’s fire-breathing display. It was a phenomenal close to an exceptionally wonderful night.}
November 11, 2016