42

 It’s my birthday today. And as I’m blessed and privileged to blow out forty-two candles, I realized a few things. 

I didn’t remember how old I was turning. 

As I get older, I realize that when asked what I want I can see that God can be the only deliverer of the few things I truly desire. 

If you want a list:  snail mail. Unexpected surprises. Candles and stickers. 

I’ve only started to find joy, once my inner child was allowed to be. 

Despite the difficulties, the ability to dream wildly is returning. As is my creativity. That is so important for me. 

Thank you for giving me the best gift ever. I think it gets redundant, but you give me your love, support, acceptance and reassurance of my own worth. You celebrate my humanity. My eccentricity. My being. You give me your time. The most valuable commodity to speak life into a person. Searching. Seeking. Hopefully making the world a better place than I found it. I love you. 

Love yourselves and one another. 

Here’s to another 42. 

Regine