So far as I’m aware, I’ve not been one of those girls to get a “birthday week.” I’m usually just a birthday-day sort of self-celebrator. Yesterday marked the first day of my last year in my twenties, and I plan to spend it well. It certainly did start off as pleasantly as possible with my hilariously spoiled time with Brooke, and then Colin and Leslie watched all three of the boys while Seth and I got a weekend getaway. Friends don’t come any better than the ones willing to wake up at 5:30 in the morning in your place. Our weekend was amazing. I won the eating contest again, got to visit some friends who are half wonderful and half amazing, and we visited the Philbrook Museum of Art and cried over this painting.
There were phone calls, a few birthday songs, and some sweet cards, and all this after I had told myself to not be sad if no one remembers. Last night Nicole called me and shared something about finding our satisfaction in the Lord. I can’t get over it.
And to top it all off, I got a package this morning. Once I pried back the tape, I got tickled at the perfect book the hamster sent to Seth, and then I immediately recognized a first edition copy of Pilgrim at Tinker Creek – for me! I squealed and whirled around. No kidding. Inside was a card, filled to the brim with encouragement and blessing. I’ve said this before, and I’ll say it here: I’ve never known anyone to use the word “blessing” how he does, in genuine repetition and in soul-connected intercession. Thank you, kind new friend of our family. We love you and the people who love you. Blessings, Blessings, and books and tasty food and beverages, children, brothers, teachers, understanding, wisdom, a gorgeous journey, and a long, long time loving your beautiful Latonya.