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 generously all in one. Most of all, he was great at celebrating life.
Every year growing up on my birthday, he and my grandma would take me on a shopping spree. I felt like the luckiest kid on the planet. I knew that every year, for at least one whole day, I was celebrated. So today, and every day of my life I will choose to celebrate. Celebrating every moment God blesses me with while here on Earth. Making the best out of every situation, taking pictures along the way.
So I challenge y'all today and everyday forward. Celebrate. Every single day. Look for the positive. Laugh. Take pictures. Live life to its full. It's beautiful that way.
xo Andee
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 generously all in one. Most of all, he was great at celebrating life.
Every year growing up on my birthday, he and my grandma would take me on a shopping spree. I felt like the luckiest kid on the planet. I knew that every year, for at least one whole day, I was celebrated. So today, and every day of my life I will choose to celebrate. Celebrating every moment God blesses me with while here on Earth. Making the best out of every situation, taking pictures along the way.
So I challenge y'all today and everyday forward. Celebrate. Every single day. Look for the positive. Laugh. Take pictures. Live life to its full. It's beautiful that way.
xo Andee
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