My favorite birthday blessings are mustachioed.

Jesus, and chocolate, and lactose intolerance.

Happy Easter
10 days 'till my birthday.
14 days 'till the one year anniversary of my decision to recover.

6 months last Thursday of finding a man who seems to want to stick it out.

So many numbers.
And for the first time in a long time
none of those numbers are my weight
or free-floating calories.

But the total of friends I told "I love you" today,
and the amount of times I looked at the sky and smiled
because my God is so good to me.

Oh, happy day
oh, happy day
when Jesus walked
and took my sins away.

oh happy day

Promises never feel real until you don't know what to do with them.

Sometimes I miss the way things used to be.
When riding the bus to school was my only choice,
and panic and stress were constant.

Is that too strange?
That now that things feel good and correct,
that I'm starting to work hard to do the right thing,
and now I feel guilty.

Because sadness and longing have been my companions for so long.
Hurt and Tiredness were always lurking by.
How do you deal with happiness?
What do you do when you feel no reason to pout,
when everyone else seems to be so upset?
I feel like it's not fair,
like I should be sharing in the pain.

So what do you do
when you're finally feeling the Love that was always promised?