On my birthday this year, while we were still lying in bed, my partner pulled out a list of everything I’d accomplished since my last birthday and read every single thing to me.
I don’t think I’ll ever recover from how loved that made me feel.
What a privilege to be tired from the work you prayed for. What a privilege to feel overwhelmed by growth you used to dream about. What a privilege to be challenged by a life you created on purpose. What a privilege to outgrow things you used to settle for.