Tomorrow I turn 34-years-old. 34 is an awesome age. Considering that I was suppose to die within 24 hours of being born on March 1, 1982. When I was born I weighed 2 pounds and 5 ounces and I was placed in incubator. Doctors told my parents I had cerebral palsy when I was about 2 years- old. Because of the cerebral palsy, my balance and fine motors are affected, so I use a walker. I call my walker my silver chariot. Because every princess needs her chariot. And I am princess of King Jesus.
Thank you, Jesus for blessing me with an year full of adventures with you, family, friends, horses, sports and my friend, turned boyfriend, Daniel.