Celebrating Life
Tomorrow is the day. August 5th. It is my 27th birthday. Twenty-seven means I'm labeled as being in my "late twenties". Twenty-seven may have a lot of labels, but for me, I'm choosing to celebrate every moment on my special day, and every day forward. At 26, I thought back on my year, reflecting on the finer moments, and the not-so-fine moments. There were tears of joy, tears of heartache, moments of frustration, moments of complete and utter peace. As 27 approaches, I'm choosing to celebrate. About two weeks ago, I lost my grandfather. He was 89.5 years old. Over the last couple of years he would share with me how he had absolutely no regrets in his life. He was a Navy man, an engineer, served at the church for decades. He had a marriage that lasted 61 beautiful years until my beloved grandma left him for eternity. He had a trailer at a campground down the shore, and many family memories were made there. He encouraged, inspired, convicted, and loved generousl...