Birthdays and, of course, blessings.

I know that it is cliche to talk about the friendships and blessings discovered on a birthday, but I feel that I have to give in. Today (or yesterday really) I turned 23 in a new place. I have been here for 8 months and I felt as loved as I ever have in the best moments of my life. The joys of having been in many places is getting to know people in all those places. Today brought all those people back into my life and the blessings were ripe. I woke up to texts, pictures, and phone calls from my Georgia and my Virginia friends. I got on Facebook to read messages from my Spanish friends, and on Skype I saw my Arizona friend (oh the laughs!), my parents, my flight attendant friend, and my Nicaraguan friend. I got to hear from old friends and I got to celebrate with new ones.

Is there any day more perfect than one spent with friends?

And the love. Oh the love. Truly this must be a tiny representation of how Christ loves us because I felt full. Full of pie, yes, because I did make three, but also just full of heart and soul and joy. And the words! Oh the words! So many words of love and encouragement today, my love language. Add to that a floppy hat, a one shoulder dress, a Hunger Games magazine, and a precious gift from my Dad....I could not have asked for more.

So I am one year older. In my 23 years, I have been blessed beyond belief. Blessed with experiences, blessed with travels, and blessed with friends. No matter where I go I know that I am loved and am loved dearly. Isn't that a wonderful life? 

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  1. laneyApril 11, 2012 at 3:58 PM

    ...i needed to be blessed today...and i knew if i came here i would be...friends are indeed a blessing...i love you sweet girl...hugs elaine/ccww

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  2. laneyApril 11, 2012 at 4:05 PM

    ...i needed to be blessed today...and i knew if i came here i would be...friends are indeed a blessing...i love you sweet girl...hugs elaine/ccww

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