I hope your day was full of sweet, heavy honeysuckle and jasmine, a symphony of birdsong and the full bellows of a train in the city.
I hope you see yourself today as others see you: your eyes are bright and strong and your legs are longer than you think.
I hope you know that you aren’t the only one who feels a lot bit clueless. I hope you rest your wondering in the feathered arms of your Mighty God.
I hope that celebration finds you in unconventional ways, that you know the joy of unfolding service and not the endless striving for recognition.
I hope you take the time to write secret notes to the ones you love. Make them silly and let the whisper of anticipation spread a goofy grin across your face.