la Phare

Some birthdays are sentimental. Some are 'special,' as in, I'm going to take my nieces to Chucky Cheese, it's going to be so 'special." And finally some birthdays are just like an explosion; of emotions, of life, and of memories. This birthday was of the later kind.

I could tell you about the thoughtful and extravagantly undeserving gifts I received (a handmade easel from Papa Gruden!!), but the best gift this birthday was just being next to the soul that is as inextricably part of myself as I am. We ate cassoulet toulouse-style, we walked against the city wind, and we reveled in the amber glows of candlelight and memories. I wept for things I could not understand during this season, and I heard the whispers of holy scripture. I laughed at who I used to be and still am. We got lost and found the way all the while repeatedly making sure the auto lock was working on the car doors. I secretly stared at my favorite pair of blue eyes that have been my beacon and reminder of God's love.

I thanked God for these moments that I do not deserve and for His faithfulness despite my faithlessness.