It is my birthday. I'm 21 today. I'm in China. I've already cried, laughed, sang songs to Jesus (in chinese of course), eaten some banana bread, and been wished happy birthday 14 times by the same person. (His goal is to say it 21 times) It's a good day. :)
I've grown up! Is this sad that I am just now realizing this? When my friends are getting engaged and I'm going out on my own. I'm just realizing that I'm not a little kid anymore. I go out by myself and do things. Grown up things. Like go on dates; something I kind of only pictured happening in movies. I'm grown up. hm.
More midnight musings. I've been up waaaaay too late this week. Last night I realized that my desire for Jesus is much more than my desire for a man shall ever be. This is slightly confusing... but I know I'll figure it out. :)
I've decided that when I get married, I want my first dance to be a waltz set to Angela Lansbury singing Beauty and the Beast. Makes me cry every time I hear it.