I turned a quarter of a century this week. Or as Husband put it “You’re half way to 50!” Or as my brother put it, “You’re at least a quarter done with your life!”
Here are my thoughts on being a quarter of a century, being half way to 50, and being at least a quarter done with my life.
Glitter glory on the wrap around porch from my Favorite Interns.
Pedicures and lunch with my dear friend.
Glitter glory polish because my toes wanted to celebrate too.
Chaplin came over to play with M&M.
Love all the way from Florida.
Best. Birthday. Card. These are the types of things that send me into fits of hysterical laughter.
One of my favorite interns made me a Bible COVERED, I mean COVERED in glitter. At one point or another in the midst of this internship I may have said something along the lines of “Glitterness is close to Godliness” which has resulted in all sorts of Glitter Glory.
With all my favorite interns. Who brought me a Glow-in-the-Dark wand AND a Princess ribbon to signify that I’m a quarter of a century.
Husband threw me a little get-together, with glow-y starry mood lighting.
A fun bear from “Take your Wife to Work” Day from my sweet husband.
My biggest blessing.
“My cup runneth over.” Psalm 23:5