Another year has come and gone.
Three-hundred and sixty-five days where I’ve been able to watch my children grow, create memories, and simply live life.
There have been good days and not so good ones. Days of excitement, fulfillment, joy, and accomplishment. Days of hardship, tests of patience, and disappointment.
None of them meaningless.
Each day serving as a blessing in its own right.
Nearly three dozen candles on my birthday cake and as I blew the candles out, I knew I wanted nothing more than to experience the next three-hundred and sixty-five days and all they have to offer.
For life is truly beautiful in all of the days that have made up my wonderful, imperfect life.