On the Eve of My Birth (day)

I'm turning 28 tomorrow. The number 8 has been my favorite number since I can remember, so I'm thinkin' that's a good sign. Birthdays make me feel weird. I get very caught in the middle of whether or not everything should feel special or if I should just shrug it off as a normal day. As of late, I'm finding more and more that my place and all of our places on the earth is quite a thing to celebrate.

Apparently my grandma Norma (my mom's mom)  had a heart-to-heart with my dad on the day I was born. I was the first granddaughter on my mom's side after five grandson's. Grandma Norma drove my dad to the hospital and gave him an earful about making sure he was going to care for my mom, brother, and I in the best possible way. From what my dad tells me, he and Norma came to an understanding that day, twenty-eight years ago, that he was going to put on his big boy pants and raise a family well. I kind of love that my g-ma got a little spicy with my dad...all because of little ole' me :)

I think I'm going to write more this year. I'm going to live deep and work really hard at hard things. I'll be putting my big girl pants on in new ways as God calls me closer to Him. I'm scared and excited as a new year of my life gets opened tomorrow. I think I'm going to need to be really brave, but I also want to laugh a lot. I want to love on my babies and go new places with Phil.

Here goes nothing...y'all