sixteenth year

Today is my sixteenth birthday, the birthday I've awaited ever since I knew what being sixteen was like.  To me, it was always "the age" to be, and now, it's here.  Sixteen means a lot, I think.  Closer to being a woman than a girl.  (Though I think I'll always call myself a girl.)  It's an age that, by just saying it to someone when they ask you how old you are, makes you feel mature.  (Even if that's not the case.)  Maybe I should just stop talking and say, "Oh my goodness! I'm sixteen!"

I love birthdays in our house.  They are never forgotten or looked over.  They are celebrated with loud singing, ripping of gift wrap, and wishing on candles.  Our traditions are so strong that a birthday wouldn't feel real without them.  For me, it was lunch with my dad, phone calls from both grandparents, and a family party after dinner.  And this year, it's the first seriously celebrated birthday since the adoption.

I'm excited to be another year older, excited to have a life ahead of me, that with God's grace and mercy, will allow me to become the person He has made me to be.  I wrote in my diary last night the things that I want to do this year, and though the list is extensive, my main goal is to grow closer to Him.  Even in this year, I have been blessed with books from friends and a Bible reading plan that are allowing me to do just that.

The other things on my list?  Get my license.  Start my photography business.  Go on a roadtrip - with or without my family.  Meet Kiley.  Get straight A's second semester.  Travel to Ethiopia again.

Maybe that's why I like my January birthday.  It's like New Year's all over again.
My sixteenth year of life - I can't believe it's here.
I think I like birthdays.

p.s. New design?  I'm kind of in love.  :)