Good morning to you. 🙂 This past weekend I spent some time with my in-laws at their house celebrating my 28th birthday, which is this Tuesday. I’ve gotta tell you guys… 28 feels good.
We moved in with my in-laws when I was just 25, and this will be my first birthday in our new house. To say that feels incredibly special to me and that I just feel like the blessings have been poured over me would be the understatement of my life. My in-laws gave us a place to rest and work hard, a safe place to connect with one another, and the gift of creating a deeper relationship with us that I treasure and keep so close to my heart now. If moving into their home had the sole purpose of giving us an unbreakable bond and a strong relationship, I would do it all over again.
I am surrounded by so much love, it’s unbelievable sometimes. How is this my life? I think that all the time. And I still feel pain and heartbreak and loss, but the year 27 has been the year that I feel so blessed every time I feel sad or immense happiness because to feel is to live. 27 was the year of living for me.
It’s really the little things in life that make me happy these days… puttering around my house, making my bed, Sunday morning coffee in my Harry Potter mug, snuggling with my husband in the middle of the day, fresh flowers of any kind, my sweet pupper’s frothy lips, my nephew saying, “Garia, I love you!” (although that is a very big thing — the best kind of big thing)…
I’m happy. And it feels good. I have worked hard to feel this happy — I have walked through the muck and the dark places. I have explored my insides and learned, listened, leaned in. It’s a wonderful thing to feel.
PS: Sending out a birthday wish to my momma! I love you!