e i g h t e e n

(foggy lens. oh yes.)

it was the best sunrise of the year (so far). and somehow i managed the whole. freaking. day. without thinking about really sad or depressing things. and i was happy. and i breathed. and i enjoyed myself.
the fact that the sky was a beautiful blue and the snow was sparkling also helped. my friends did, too. i had a last-minute birthday party, and because it was so late, i expected most people wouldn't come. but everyone did. and that? well, that made this girl a happy mess. and she felt very loved.
i'm eighteen years old. i've got lots of dreams, most big, but a few small. there's a lot i don't know, but i know that this year my goal is to let God's grace completely swallow me up. and you know what? i am going to fall in love with my life.
because i refuse—i absolutely refuse—to let myself be miserable (for too long. and one of these days, ever).
so here's to a joyful eighteenth year full of love and throwing myself into God's arms.

Rebekah
p.s. the coolest birthday playlist right here.