Halfway

Tomorrow is my half-birthday. For some reason it's always been special. Exciting. God only knows why. It's really just like every other day. But at the same time, it's not. It glows and gleams a whole lot more than the other 364 days of the year (with the possible exception of my actual birthday). Usually, to celebrate properly, we buy a pie crust and fill it with a half-gallon of icecream, cut it straight down the middle, poke a candle in each hefty half and then Tim and I devour it. Tradition.

And most of the time, we just take it easy the whole day. Do something together. Hang out with just our family. Go a little crazy.

This year, there probably won't be any icecream pie. Our lives are crazy. And besides that, I only get to celebrate with half of my family. Though it is, however, the half that usually eats the other half of that pie with me.

I am thankful that God made me a twin. That he gave me a brother, and a really spectacular one at that. A brother who's been with me all year at college and now here with me this summer too. It's been a bumpy one. I keep taking for granted how much of a blessing it is that I have him so close.

And I have been immeasurably blessed with two marvelous parents who let us both stay here to work, letting Georgia steal us for the three and a half sacred months of what was supposed to be a summer spent with our family. It was a hard decision. I can't measure the heartache, the impatience, the frustration... the loneliness. But God knows. He knows it's still a hard decision. But he has made it clear it was the right one and he's been present along this whole bumpy and terrifying ride. He has been faithful.
And we're halfway there.