A Day of Thanksgiving

I have been trying to figure out an interesting start to today’s post for some time now.  An special anecdote.  A cool lead.  A quote that identifies exactly my feelings.  But at last I am at a loss.  Instead I just write, in hopes something creative, something honorable will be the end result.

I have been counting down to Thanksgiving for five weeks now and for good reason.  For as long as I can remember it has always been my favorite holiday.  No pressure.  Good food.  Macy’s Day Parade.  My Family.  Anticipation for the future holidays.  The holiday defines bliss.  For me at least.

This Thanksgiving is different however.  46 years ago today a blonde haired beauty was born.  She would be 23 when I was born.  I would spend the next 20 years admiring her.  And so I wish a Happy 46th Birthday to my Auntie Cheryl.  With every passing day I miss you more and more.

Today Cheryl Lynn is celebrating with the Big Guy above just as she does every day.  And I could not be more thankful yet still I am at a loss.  There are days when I think about the events that took her away from us – her husband, her baby boy, her family, her niece.  The sense and the clarity of those 10 days we had to say goodbye have never come and I am not sure they ever will.  It has not become easier with time, only more confusing as problems still persist.

And thus in my confusion today becomes a day truly dedicated to thanksgiving. Thankfulness for an aunt that was intelligent and truthful, stunning and spunky.  Thankfulness for an aunt that was definably unique and unbelievably special, a person I had the privilege of knowing the way I did.

I have numerous other things to thank the Lord for today.  My family and roommates, homes, education, health, jobs, church.  The list goes on.  But most importantly today I thankful for the blessing of the time I spent and the relationship I had with Cheryl.

Time.

It’s endless and yet not at the same time.  It cannot be predicted and yet I still make endless lists of things to be done everyday.  Today on what would have been her 46th birthday I honor the life my aunt led and will try to continue to live out her legacy through this blog.  I wish a happy, happy birthday to Cheryl’s twin sister, my auntie Carol; your kindness and generosity are beautiful.  I love you.  I pray you are all having a blessed Thanksgiving.  The next few weeks are bound to fly by.  Christmas lights will be put up and taken down.  A new year will start.  Take TIME today to realize what truly matters in your life.  The people.  Today I thank the Lord for being so good.

“Give thanks to the Lord, for He is good; His love endures forever.”

Psalm 107:1

All my love, xxo!

Cheryl and me

Like Father, like Daughter

My dad and I are a lot a like.  He writes.  I write.  He’s a firstborn.  I’m a firstborn.  He relies on me.  And I most definitely rely on him.  Like father, like daughter.

A couple months ago I opened my time capsule from 6th grade.  My 12-year-old self had left the now 21-year-old me numerous notes and various mementos from my younger days.  The most precious artifacts I opened however were letters my parents and grandmothers wrote to me at the time.

I was able to keep my cool until I got to my dad’s letter and the tears started to pour.

In his simple, yet very eloquent way, my dad wrote of how he never wanted this day to come, when I would open my time capsule, when I would be 21.  He knew it would mean I was not around as often.  He knew it would mean I was doing my own thing.  He knew things would be different.  Things the preteen me had never thought about at the time.

I call my dad pretty often.  He provides me with more than necessary.  But things have changed since my time capsule making days.  What has never changed though is his dependability.  His encouragement.  His continuous love.

Today, is my dad’s birthday.  And a very happy one at that!  And so I quote the guy who has always been by my side …

“Nobody can be you better than you.”

My dad knew things would change eventually.  This never stopped him from constantly supporting me to be exactly who God had intended me to be.

And so through the course of this blog, I hope to be to my readers what my dad is to me (hence like father, like daughter).  I encourage you to be exactly who you were meant to be.  The person God meant for you to be.  Strive for it, search for it, fight for it.  I know it’s not as easy as that (obviously … I’ve dedicated a whole blog towards figuring out what my calling is)!  But while you are figuring it out, be you, and be the best version of you, because “nobody can be you better than you.”   

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And to the guy who has always been by my side, I will forever be your little girl.  I love you.  Have the most brilliant birthday!

The Sane Sister

I would like to dedicate this post to my newly 20-year-old sister, Lys.  Happy Happy Birthday! I wish you all the best of what God has in store for you in this coming year.

I have grown up in a family of three girls.  And although at times I’ve wished for a brother, having two younger sisters was exactly the way it was meant to be.

Alyssa is the sane sister.  She’s calm and practical, sarcastic and yet ever so loving.  She’s quiet when it’s more than necessary, loud at much fewer times.  Lyssa is beyond brilliant and beautiful.  She deals with me, but even more … she gets me.  I can confide in her, I can rely on her.  Her goodness goes beyond what is needed and her love for the Lord is powerful.

F. Scott Fitzgerald said, “You are (one of) the kindest, loveliest, tenderest, and most beautiful people I have ever known- and even that is an understatement.”

Alyssa, in every way this quote represents exactly you.  Have a simply blissful birthday!

And so to the rest of us out there celebrating our “un-birthdays” today or maybe it is your birthday as well (in that case “happy birthday”) spend the day, and all days for that matter, being a friend.  Be the person that can be relied upon and trusted.  Be an “Alyssa.”  A person I look to continuously be like!

lys and I

(Big sister and littler sister … the littlest sister was not yet around at this time!)

I love you, Alyssa.

Love,

your big sis