As I get closer to my birthday, I remember how, for so long, I absolutely dreaded my birthday. From the time I turned nineteen, I didn’t want to celebrate my birthday. I literally cried all day. My dread wasn’t because I didn’t like my birthday. The reason I dreaded to see my birthday come, was because I felt that the 4th of July holiday overshadowed my day.
When I turned fifty, the dread ended. Since that time, I only shed tears of joy on my special day. Now, in anticipation of my birthday, I make plans, and I celebrate me and my blessing of continued life. After God spared my life, I realized how blessed I am to celebrate a birthday every year. After a great deal of soul searching and praying, I realized that I am truly thankful for this life of mine. Although I’m not where I want to be, I have grown tremendously, and though I’m still healing, I AM HAPPY TO BE ALIVE.
I’m counting down til 705. 6 Days to go. ❤️❤️❤️ CANCERS ROCK!
Have a Splendid Sunday!
GOD LOVES YOU AND SO DO I!
Dani 💋 ❤️
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