I often would wonder as a child why so many people dreaded their birthdays. To me, the act of gaining another year of life was so natural. Until this year. This year I am awaiting my 22nd birthday. Doesn't 22 seem so old? I feel like at the age of 22 I should have some more clarity and foundation in my life. A steady boyfriend and hardwood floors. You know, the works. However, life has not handed me any of that. However, it was gracious enough to hand me a kickass job working with kids with autism and acceptance into the special education program at IUPUI. So, to me, it makes way for sense to count my blessings instead of my years.
However, this blog post is not about me. My beautiful sister Jenna turned 16 yesterday! Now, that's something to celebrate.
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