My sister-in-love had her baby, a beautiful boy named Andy. He's already stolen our hearts! My other sister is on bedrest until she reaches 36 weeks with the twins. They've finally decided on names! The girl is Swayze, and the boy is Sawyer. Such cute, Southern names!
I am in the homestretch with school! If I cram, I could be done with A&P next week, and worldview the next! I will be taking the ACT this Saturday. I am very stressed and very nervous. My overactive imagination keeps telling me I'll fail and have to work at a restaurant for the rest of my life.
If this is how college will be like, I may die. (No, I'm not dramatic at all.)
Other than the stress with ACT and college prep, my life is pretty dang amazing right now. I'm graduating in 36 days, and my 18th birthday is in 46 days. So yeah, pretty amazing. If only I knew how the next few years would end, I would be worry free. Will I be working at the women's hospital, helping to bring babies in the world? Will I have some babies of my own? The fact that I'm actually old enough to be married is a little startling. Surely yesterday I was painting my face with war paint and whooping down the gullies? Life changes so fast, y'all. I think I've decided I'm going to be an old maid aunt who has ginormous dogs and spoils her many nieces/nephews with candy and donuts. My sibs will love that, right?
But no matter what my future holds, whether it holds joy and laughter, or sadness and despair, I know that God guides me through life and knows that final chapter. He knows all of my dreams, of my darkest secrets, all of my thoughts, and He knows my heart. And I can rest in Him, knowing that He holds all things in His hands, and takes care of His children.
So I'll jump for joy and laugh and be happy, because these days are like pearls slipping off a string, each one with its golden moments. And I'll always look forward to the next tomorrow, because all the tomorrows have new adventures in them.
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| Dear, old world, you are very lovely, and I'm very glad to be alive in you. |
