I turned thirty this week. Funny, I still remember picking dandelions in my grandma’s front yard, quietly daydreaming about life as a grown up. I spent my childhood imagining the future and then suddenly, it was the day after tomorrow.
I can’t say I’m where I thought I’d be but if life were exactly as I’d imagined it, I’d probably be bored. My choices and the love of an amazing God have led me to where I am today.
I am a writer. I am married to and deeply in love a man who is my rock, who makes me laugh and who gives me butterflies. I still pick up a paint brush from time to time. I pray everyday. I have good friends. I have good days. I have bad days. When I’m sad, I like to look at the clouds or spend time with my dogs. I still daydream, but it’s different now, because I can’t get lost in a wish like I used to. There is simply too much life to live.
