23 years and 22 weeks

This morning I thought for a moment I was 23 weeks pregnant on my 23rd birthday, but that happens to be next week. Not as coincidental as I thought. Oh well. Things are good here. I am reminiscent  of when I was born (not that I remember, but as I am told) as I look out the window and see snow and there was a weird april snow storm the day I was born. Its not that weird to have snow in Alberta though. I feel very different from my last birthday thats for sure... belly is getting bigger each day, Andrew and I are getting closer to 2 years being married, and I am less than a month away from being done school. I am very thankful for these last 23 years, thankful for my family for always loving me and giving me a life of opportunity and encouraging me to know Jesus. So thankful for my friends too as they have always been there for me and have made my life filled with so many wonderful memories. I am so blessed to have a wonderful husband who loves me for me and encourages us to love the Lord first. I am so blessed. Thank you Lord for my life, may my goal to be bringing glory to you, Amen.