Welcome to my world of birthday dreaming. In case you were curious as to what types of things I think about on my birthday, what you're about to read is a pretty accurate summary.
Today (well, wednesday, november 23, really. when i actually wrote this post) I turn 23. Birthday! Birthday diva. This morning I woke up and heard this song singing in my heart. As per birthday tradition, I feel like today is going to be a reflection of really sweet, sweet moments. And it's my deepest prayer that the Father would feel welcome to be a part of this day. I want to hear him speak over this next year of my life.
It's 6:30 a.m. and I'm traveling to denver. As always, I'm accompanied by Real Simple Magazine. Talking to the lady next to me just now, I suddenly felt deeply this desire that I have to cook for another person. I mean, cooking for me is cool, but there is something so full in taking care of others. I love to do so. It's not even that I want to be married or even dating right now, but i just have this deep desire to be hospitable. To have my own space, and to build a home. Just a thought.
Don't quote me on this, but i'm pretty sure that I'm the age of all of my childhood dreams. When I was little, it was always "23, 23, 23..." It was this age of epic beauty, in my small child, fluffy-haired mind, at least.
I don't know. Maybe it will be a year of epic beauty. Things can only get better.
I've great hope in this year and great hope in the One who breathed dreams into my chest.
I'm a creator. And i need to be creating. I decided that it's time for me to be actively doing the things That i love. Period. :)
So. Here we go.
Year 23: Brought to you by the letter F. (Seriously, though).
Feasts. Family. Florence + the Machine. Fearlessness. Freedom. Flowers. Foodie-ing. Friends. Footie-pajamas. Frankfurt? Feist. Feistiness. Forts....
This list is going to continue. But i'm telling you. It's the one.
Here's to merry, merry, merry days, my friends.
