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Tuesday, March 24, 2009


Turning twenty-seven is no monumental feat.
There is no fanfare and it is most definitely not a milestone birthday.

There is not much difference between turning twenty-six or twenty-seven or probably even twenty-eight. Except for what happens within that year.

Today, I turn twenty-seven.

And my life isn't much different between then and now except that it is.

I don't have to tell you everything we did this year or where we went or who we saw. Most likely if you're reading this you know.

I am not accomplished. Except in the eyes of the children living in this house. Because T thinks I'm a "famous" blogger. And M thinks I'm really smart. H, I'm still his hero because I can reach the snack cupboard in those moments he just needs a little pick-me-up.

I still haven't made my millions. Unless you're counting it in love and joy and overwhelming gratefulness.

I like to think that I have gotten over insecurities. That I have learned to be more gentle with myself. And more importantly, with others. I know that I have grown more. I have let more go and loved more unconditionally. Realizing no one needs to be deserving of love, just needy of it.

I've made more friends. Including mom friends, a goal of mine since my first pregnancy. I relish in this fact alone.

I've kept the old. Even when I'm bad at returning phone calls or emails or meeting up for as frequent dinners or coffees as in years past.

I've loved my husband. More and more each day. And it is so cliche' to say that my husband is the best one, but it's true. I pray that there is never a day that I stop thinking this. I couldn't have chosen a better knight. We continue to work on our hopes, our dreams and our life together and I have only good thoughts for our future.

My heart has grown and stretched and sobbed at the growth of our family. Miss E, is our little blessing but I've felt all the growing pains with H. Much to be expected, wouldn't you agree?

Aligned my thinking to remember that this is all temporary. Someday my life will not be as loud or as busy or as exciting. Perhaps I'll be sitting in a hammock in Hawaii looking back at all those moments where I've wanted to tear my hair out. And I'll laugh. I'll probably smile. And then I'll probably cry. Because it goes by so fast.

I've remembered and re-lived the fact that life is not fair. You're never guaranteed your health. And taking your life, your blessings, your health for granted is never acceptable.

I've realized the value, the true true value of contentment.

And wisdom.

So today, the day I turn twenty-seven, all I can do is count my blessings and continue to thank the Lord for the lessons, the blessings and the people He's sent my way the last twenty-seven years.

And hope that there are many more to come.


Blogger GMS said...

"Perhaps I'll be sitting in a hammock in Hawaii looking back at all those moments..." On occasion all those thoughts come to mind as mine have left and are leaving the nest, but I would also add... whenever we vacation w/o the kids now I see things differently than before kids. I think "Wow, N would love to see this" or "I hope one day K can come here and do this". You forever see the world through new eyes because they are forever a part of your heart.

March 24, 2009 at 9:47 AM  
Blogger Gina said...

Happy Birthday S!!! Hope that you have a wonderful day and you continue to count your blessings everyday!!!

March 24, 2009 at 10:39 AM  
Blogger Coma Girl said...

Happy Birthday!!!

March 24, 2009 at 11:07 AM  
Blogger Ann-Marie said...

Happy 27th birthday, S! I remember enjoying the year I was 27, but I sure can't remember why.

have a wonderful day!

March 24, 2009 at 11:41 AM  
Blogger The Lindahl News said...

You sure have experienced a lot in your 27 years! Happy, happy BIRTHDAY.

And as for that hammock swinging in Hawaii, it really is all that good.

March 24, 2009 at 11:45 AM  
Blogger bethandnate said...

Have a wonderful birthday!

March 24, 2009 at 12:11 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Happy, Happy Birthday Honey !! I'll call you later.
As for the hammock in Hawaii I'll let you know how that is in a couple weeks!! :)
Have a Blessed Day...
Love You all
Auntie Laurie

March 24, 2009 at 3:46 PM  
Blogger The Bishops said...

Happy Birthday Samara!!
First of all, where is your shirt with a 27 on it? :)
I hope you have a day as special as you are.

March 24, 2009 at 3:57 PM  
Blogger Erin said...

Happy birthday, S! I think you are quite accomplished at 27 - you have so much to offer. I'm glad we're friends! :)

March 24, 2009 at 4:58 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...


March 24, 2009 at 8:32 PM  
Blogger Melissa said...

Each year that has led you to this one has made you the beautiful, talented, wise, thoughtful, compassionate, intelligent, precious woman you are. May this coming year bring beauty and grace to you and yours. LUMI!

March 24, 2009 at 10:43 PM  
Blogger Megasue said...

A belated happy birthday to you on the blog here, Simplicity. You are an extraordinary person, and I am blessed beyond measure to call you friend. Thanks for sharing the last few years with all of us. Your experiences have helped us grow right along with you.

Much love and many blessings to you this day...

March 25, 2009 at 3:59 PM  

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