In just over a week, it will be my birthday. Again. I swear I just had one.  No joke.  But here it is again. And as I look around at celebrities who melt down at the idea of getting old, at my kids that are no longer babies and at my face that is screaming ‘stop cheaping out on the eye cream!’ I realize that birthday’s will probably keep coming as long as I am here. That’s a good thing.  I like birthdays. But it is tempting to start to get a little antsy about that number that will always keep getting a little higher. This year, I have had the privilege of meeting 2 amazing women.  And these women, they could strike you as being completely different.  They are.  But only through time. The first is an incredibly sweet 20 year old girl, a newlywed married this year with a baby on the way this summer.  She is scared and excited and every once and a while I get the impression that maybe past the nausea and the stress, this whole thing feels a little like playing house. Oh, I get that.  So much so I get a little nostalgic every time I see her. She is bold, nervous and honest, with her young soldier husband who is just starting out a promising career.  She’s holding on to a faith that God will grant her the grace she needs for each day even when there are hurdles bigger than she imagined.  She’s filled with plans and ideas and wondering what is coming for her tiny growing family. I love spending time with her, she’s a lot of…