guess birthdays are always a sensitive time for me... always the painful jolt to reality- well you offered this much of yourself, so you can only expect this much... there is no one to be blamed but me. And yet i dont suppose it's a terrible turn of events- just... reality. Reality i chose. A quiet life, much family, few beloved friends, good books, sweet music. I think i know why God wanted me born on this day- to realise that it really truly is not about me.
Happy birthday Jesus. Thank you for being born. Thank you for your love, for always being there. Jesus you deserve the best... and on this day- I really do hope you'll be happy. Merry Christmas! Hugs.
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