Birthdays and Blessings

I'm a weirdo.  I love birthdays.  Even at the ripe old age of (gasp) 23 and still single, I LOVE celebrating my birthday.  This time around, I've been celebrating for a week straight.

Completely by accident, believe it or not.

It all started when a super fun road trip fell through.  I didn't think this was going to be a blessing at first.  I was really looking forward to spending time with some really great friends, but then me joining this road trip just...didn't work out.  So, I didn't go.  I was kind of bitter about it at first.  Because that is how I approach life.

Then I decided that instead I would just start celebrating my birthday early.

And so I did.  And I kept on celebrating.

I realized sometime on Saturday, the day after my birthday while I was setting up for the birthday party that I was helping throw for myself and some of the other awesome people who decided to grace the month of July with their birth, that this life is about being celebrated.  We are blessed with so much.  But do we take the time to celebrate it?

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