27

I lay in bed this morning contemplating my 27^th year while I waited for the sun to rise over the mountains and shine its warmth into my bedroom window. It was quiet. Mike was out in the kitchen making the birthday girl her favorite breakfast of French toast. And I wondered. I wondered what this year would be like. I wondered what I would do this year. I wondered what God would have me do this year. I wondered what events would cause me to remember my 27^th year; a whole year of possibilities just waiting to be had. I think it will be a good year. I think 27 will fit me nicely. I think that I will be sad to move on to my 28^th year. Look at me, thinking about 28 when I just turned 27.

And isn't it quite sinister to blog about your own birthday?