That’s all that separates us. When I was younger, I didn’t understand that number.
But now, as an adult and as a mom, I comprehend the magnatitude of two children only eighteen months apart. I understand the chaos and sleeplessness and exhaustion.
And what started out as (probably) not the best laid plans, has turned, in adulthood, into the greatest blessing.
A built-in best friend.
When we were younger, I remember people telling us that we would grow up to be best friends. I thought that was the oddest thing. Especially since we were so different.
But they were right. Now I would call her one of my best friends. Someone who knows me too well and likes me (most of the time) anyway. Who understands where we came from and how it still effects us. Who is learning, again, how to be herself.
Melissa, I know your life didn’t turn out the way you planned, but I believe it’s turning into something better. And what seemed like such tragedy is turning into such beauty.
Continue learning to be strong, rely only on God, and know that no one can take care of you the way He can.
You deserve such joy.
Happy birthday and here’s to your best year yet.