Today marks the last day of my twenties. Tomorrow, I’ll be welcoming the bomb. The womanhood. The big three-o.
I told myself, i’ll stop counting. But how can you stop if…
One, you have the best God.
Two, He has given me all the blessings I don’t even deserve.
Three, He makes me fall in love everyday.
and yes, there’s four, five, six, seven up to infinity….
Now, am imagining sitting at a porch.. white porch, on a swing (swinging back and forth.. back and forth), a butterfly approaching a flower… smelling it, wondering.. then those cute little squirrels pass.. awww..
then i sipped my coffee (hmm maybe tea sounds better), picked up my journal, and wrote…
Life is beautiful, its beauty even magnifies with age. Timeless, Priceless.
So how could I stop counting? I couldn’t even start….