Birthday

Birthdays are so odd. I've never really felt comfortable on birthdays; partly because of the whole two-birthday thing, but mainly because I find it awkward being celebrated for doing nothing. What have I done to merit a celebration of another year of life? Breathe? Eat? (lol) Yet, this culture of excess celebration (hopefully another blog post to come soon) makes us feel entitled on a day we did nothing. A day that, save its function as a marker of age, bears no significance at all. If anything, the celebration belongs to the mother who withstood unbearable pain, the father (and Father) who gave up all he had, the sister who shared, and the friends who stuck around. And yet, annually, there I am, blowing out candles on a cake I don't deserve, receiving gifts I have no business receiving.

Reminds me a bit of God's grace.

I sincerely thank all of you guys for all that you've done. Thank you for reminding me of grace. And thank you for your selflessness.