26.

26.

Twenty-six.

I spent my 24th year figuring out who I was.  My 25th year seemed to be about enjoying who I am.  Apparently it was ALL because by the end of my 25th year, I would be married and pregnant.  Before I could be where I am, I had to go through all I did.  Before I could become another’s, I had to become my own. I feel closer to my family.  I feel understood and loved on in friendships.  I feel secure and blissful in my marriage.   This time next year I will have a 7 month old child.  Life. Is. Good.

On my 25th birthday my mantra was grace.  I wanted to be more full of grace in my relationships with people: more understanding, more forgiving.  I wanted to be reminded repeatedly that I am on the receiving end of unearned love and acceptance with an insane amount of regularity.  Last July I got “grace” tattooed on my wrist to remind me of all of this.  While I wasn’t nearly as good at this as I hoped, I know that having it in my mind made me better that I would have been.  A start towards grace has been made.

My 26th year is going to be all about Joy.

I want to find joy, be joy, seek joy.

26 is going to be an adventure, this I know.

And I can’t wait.

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10 Responses to “26.”

  1. 1. Happy Birthday.
    2. You’re goregous, inside and out.
    3. I can’t wait to be along for the journey over the next year.
    4. I love you.
    5. HUGS.

  2. “I wanted to be reminded repeatedly that I am on the receiving end of unearned love and acceptance with an insane amount of regularity.”

    God you’re a good writer.

    Happy birthday!!! xo

  3. Happy birthday, love! I truly hope year 26 is filled with so much joy for you.

    P.S. I hear babies bring a huge amount of joy, so I think you’re doing things right. :)

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