Birthdays

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After a weekend of laughter, fun and excitement, back to the bloggershpere we go...

Today marks the birthday of two very dear friends, from two very different backgrounds, from two very different stories. As I use this day as an excuse to make them cards and bake them cookies, I am reminded of just how their vibrance and beauty has affected my life. 

One was my childhood kindred spirit. She was adorable, even when covered with mud from my backyard. I loved her like a sister and we had everything in common, we even shared the same crush. As life happened, we  held on, strongly at first but we eventually losing our grip. We reunited once again in college, but it was like a Twilight Zone moment, realizing we would never relate as we once had. I still treasure the memories preserved of us in scrapbooks, and the letters she has sent and I can't wait to share the joy of her marriage (she will get married before me, I'm positive) and hearing about her growth in faith and family.

The other I have only known since the summer, but we have been letter buddies ever since. This sister in Christ is stunning, even when we were dripping sweat from running in the Florida heat. She never hesitates to be open with me and I am drawn to her strength and vulnerability. I don't know what will happen when life happens, but I'm content with sharing life with her through notes and book quotes. The distance is tough, but she is a trooper and an encouragement. I will be thrilled when her prince comes, as I know she will be for mine (we may tie). 

When we all greet again in Heaven, it will absolutely glorious.

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