Today is my 24th birthday. I can't believe it. I feel like now I'm just "in my twenties"..like nothing spectacular happens and that birthdays are just a small celebration of this big, beautiful picture called life. And I kind of like that. I don't like days that come with a lot of pressure, a lot of expectation. I don't feel that way about birthdays anymore.
Gunner seems to be getting yet another cold. We've had lots of restless nights in our camp and I'm just praying that this cold doesn't settle for too long and cause yet another ear infection.
Last night as I was rocking Gunner back to sleep after one of his brief wake ups, I sat there and thought about how trying it is to have a sick kiddo. When they lose sleep, you lose sleep. When their little bodies get worn down, so do yours. But I find so much comfort in knowing that tomorrow, if Gunner gets worse, I can make a quick call to his pediatrician and we'll have an appointment, followed by antibiotics in no time.
And while I sat there and thought about how blessed I am to have that comfort, I thought about how unfair it is for kids that don't have that. I thought about the precious orphans who are motivating The Tattoo Project. I thought about how they must feel when a cold settles into their head and a cough into their chest, and the fact that they don't know if there will be medicine to make them feel better. It just doesn't seem fair does it? That we could have all of these comforts and they could have none.
Today, for my birthday, I'd love for you to read my first post about The Tattoo Project. The post went live yesterday and you can read it here. After reading about it, I pray that you experience two things...1) an overwhelming gratitude for what we have and 2) an overwhelming desire to help these babies somehow. Anything and everything helps.
You considering those two things would make me the happiest birthday girl in the world.
Thanks y'all. xo
Thanks y'all. xo