I spent some time this weekend with two of the best girls I know at a quaint little out-of-the-way winery, where we enjoyed some surprisingly great wine and some comfortably familiar, hilarious, and heartfelt conversation. It was the perfect ending to our Spring Break, and the perfect beginning of my last year in the 30s.
Today, I am 39. 365 days until 40, an age that I have been anticipating with excitement, believe it or not. At almost-40, I feel like I'm getting close to understanding who I am, who I am becoming, and what I really believe. I know kids in their 20s who seem to have all of this together already, but I took the scenic route, and I think I'm better for it.
I thought about making one of those big ol' life lists for my 40th year, but I could only come up with two things that I'd really like to take care of this year: 1) Learn to knit, and 2) complete a 365 photo project.
My first photo of the 365 was taken around 5am this morning. My mom gave this angel statue for my birthday this year. She brought the wrapped package to me a couple of weeks ago and gave me strict orders to not open it until my birthday. Much to my 4-year-old's chagrin, I minded my momma and opened it this morning. It's a precious reminder of loving and being loved.
Now, who wants to teach me how to knit?