Thursday, December 18, 2014
As I stare into the candles that cast a beautiful glow upon my cake, I think about what they really mean. As I take a moment and look around at the people I love next to me, I can't help but wish to stop time for just a moment: to imprint the feeling of this very moment forever into my memory. I look back at the candles flickering on the cake and and am weighed by the meaning of this birthday and all it represents. Meaning for the past, the present, and the future. It represents life and every moment I've been so graciously given, and every moment I have yet to be gifted.
For a moment I didn't want to blow out the candles. I wanted to bask in the glow of their hope and the gracious gift that I had been given yet another birthday. I just wanted to exist and be thankful for being allowed this very moment, for all the people in my life, and how completely beautiful it all was. But I knew that taking in that breath and blowing out those candles also represented another day CF had not won. It represented the beauty of tomorrow, my next birthday, and the hope that can never be extinguished.
A Box of Good
For my birthday I received a box from a dear friend. In that box contained dozens and dozens of envelopes. But really, it contained so much more: it wasn't just a box of birthday greetings, it was a box of genuine selflessness and complete beauty. It was a box of life and a celebration of every beautiful person that makes my life so incredibly amazing. The morning of my birthday I opened the box and took out the first card. I read it, only to put the lid back on and be overcome with humbling tears. Tears for the past, the present, the future: all of them rooted in gratitude. How did I deserve such goodness? Have I shared any good?
Days later, I have finally opened the last card: no tears, just a deep love for life and the people I am so incredibly lucky to know. Laughter filled my lungs and an inner smile was imprinted on my heart. I have been gifted beyond belief. The candles on my cake represent the life I have lived and the life I have yet to live: all a beautiful gift. They are all filled with immense hope and goodness. Each day I am stronger, more grateful, and filled with more love. Thank you from the bottom of my heart to all who celebrated with me near and far: it will be a birthday that will live with me always.
Here is to a beautiful year 28. I promise to live in each moment, be present in every beautiful breath gifted to me, and most of all, be grateful for it all. I will truly live. Love to you all.
Are you living? I mean really living?