Tuesday, March 12, 2013


I always get a bit contemplative and melancholy this time of year. Maybe because of the weather, maybe the memories, maybe the importance I place on the changes, regardless it's march. In a few hours I will turn 25. A quarter of a century, old as dirt.

24 was filled with new, new job, new home, "new" car, new church, and many new lives. (24 babies have been born at home in fact, bringing the grand total to 29/31)

I am searching
I am waiting
I am doing
I am listening
I am grateful.

1 comment:

Rachel said...

Happy Birthday, Courtney!