I entered a new decade on Monday. You might not have have, but I certainly did. I turned twenty, and subsequently headed into my third decade of living.
I wasn’t expecting much from my birthday this year. After all, my girlfriend is in India. My best friend is in France. Oh – and I was scheduled to work. After finally getting home to the Outer Banks late Sunday night, I grabbed the mound of mail that my sister always sets aside for me while I’m away at school. As I began opening the packages of books for my two summer school classes, I noticed a card. A birthday card. From my girlfriend.
It took me by surprise, because I had seen her hop on a plane headed to India that very morning. I realized she must have put a lot of thought into this. As it turns out, she contacted my sister behind my back to get my home address and wrote and posted letter ahead of time. The words she wrote confirmed what I’ve been feeling over these past two months – that we’ve got something special going. I was encouraged to hear her words of thankfulness and compassion as the clock struck twelve and my birthday began. I said a prayer before bed, thanking God for bringing such a joyful young lady into my life.
Laura is a sweetheart, and she’s my girlfriend. I just wanted to share that with you.
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Jordan - i hope you are making it through the quarter life crises.
Chris - I hope to live beyond the age of 80 (I think).
Courtney Lane Spruill - You forgot about the handbaked from scratch cheesecake with caramel and pecan topping that your loving sister slaved and baked all afternoon and all of the blood, sweat, and tears that went into the creation of that decadent desert. I should have just written you a letter
J/K
Chris - I appreciated it, sister.