Every year on Mica’s Birthday (or around that time), I find a quiet place and sit alone with colored pens and a birthday card. I write. I write and write and write and I pour my heart out. Then I seal the letter and date it to be opened in 18 years or “when the time is right.” I imagine her as an adult opening it and feeling the love I have for her. I imagine how the very scripture I’m writing right now will apply to her future self. I imagine how precious these letters will be to her, particularly if anything ever happens to me. In this life, you never know.
Every time I’ve ever done this, I’ve felt the anointing. I’ve been sentimental and nostalgic. I’ve cried my eyes out.
Today is my twin babies’ 1st birthday.
I’ve got some writing to do, some tears of joy to shed, and some tiny little heads to kiss and hands to hold. I can’t believe a year has past. I still can barely believe the journey we’re traveling. Although sometimes trying, I cherish this time. I’ll never get a moment back. They only get older, so, as they say, I’m enjoying the ride.
(June 28, 2015 – twins 1 year old)
Double Talk Quote: “What do you mean ‘Keys my chicks’?” – Mica to Amor – accent issue He said, “Kiss my cheeks.” (She’s picking on him in love)
Bible Verse: Little children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth. – 1 John 3:18
Word that has Lost its meaning: prediction
Relatable Lyrics: Jack Johnson’s, “In the Morning”
“these are the gifts we keep
and this is the morning that we breathe
and then we see
these moments are the only gifts we need”