My teenage years have faded with the last few hours since the clock struck midnight. Yet, the strange feeling that pended as the hour approached has dimmed into a quiet anticipation, somehow knowing that there's much in store for me. To know I'm a part of HIS perfect plan, a vessel of servanthood, a sense of peace wells up within, a reassurance that all pieces will fall into place. As the memories of yesteryear took me on a whirlwind trail down memory lane, I saw how much things have changed. The good and bad that have happened. The amazing miracles GOD has performed, only too wonderful to comprehend. Only hours into my new chapter of my nineteenth, I'm filled with joy, knowing that a future lies ahead, and however treacherous I will overcome it with HIS presence.

Thank you dear, for the beautiful serenade as the clock struck 12. the simple yet heartfelt prayer we shared, the gorgeous cake with its persistently stubborn candle. Though it was simplicity, it meant much more. And your company made the transition truly memorable.