Comfortably 26

Today is my 26th birthday.

It’s also the first birthday since I’ve been back to my childhood home. The place where all the memories were good.

I was on my way home last night, when I started hearing tiny little bumps on the rooftop of the car. I hopefully looked up, and the window was covered in shiny raindrops and I could’ve sworn they were your gift to me.

I instinctively closed my eyes and prayed from the deepest wounds of my heart that you are someplace beautiful. As beautiful as the memories of you and me.

Today was also full of rain. Everyone commented on how much I loved it, and all I could think was how much I love you.

The house still feels the same, grandma. I love that I know every inch of it by heart. A happy heart, too. And it’s a happy birthday because of you.

Thank you for the memories, and thank you for inspiring me to be like you.