Birthdays are the Best
Last Tuesday was my 49th birthday. Yep, I'm officially an old chick. If it comes as a surprise that I put my real age in the first sentence of this entry, you need to know a little secret. I'm grateful for every year that God gives me. When I was 25 years old, I gave birth to a beautiful baby girl and the next day I found out that I had malignant melanoma. Going through surgery, post-op infection and a long recovery was a daunting task at 25. Add in a newborn and a four-year-old, and it was a pretty scary time. God guided me through each step and with the help of my family, I was back to normal in a few months time. Never again will I take for granted another birthday; another year of life. Never again will I complain about getting older. Since then, I love celebrating another year with a big, noisy birthday party. Yes, my hair is gray and I've got more wrinkles than a Shar-Pei puppy, and I'm loving every minute of this messy, loud blessed life that God has given me. **...