On April 2nd, I turned 29.
The same age my mom was when she married my dad.
On April 2nd, Justin had to work, so I skyped with my parents.
And broke into a thousand tears right there in front of them.
Out of their unconditional love for me. Out of missing my husband. Out of sheer exhaustion.
On April 2nd, I stood next to a dear friend on the sidewalks of New York City.
I hugged her hard as she cried and said,
Today was suppose to be about you, not about me.
But know this, you started your 29th year pouring life into someone else and I will never forget it.
Most of the time, birthdays are filled with cake and ice cream and candles bearing wishes.
But sometimes, they aren't. Sometimes they are hard.
Miles separate you from people you love, friends are walking through dark times, your heart is heavy.
That was my April 2nd. The day I turned 29.
But that day was more precious than you may think.