So it’s my birthday again. This time i’m 24.
As always my most sincere few remember (bless your hearts I love you all) but as I have come to learn the older you grow the less people care. I do want to say that I appreciate every single thing you lovely people have done for me before my birthday has even arrived. The birthday dinners, the kind texts and calls, the over-all outpouring of love. ( you know what would be epic?…if someone sent me a messenger bird with a note that reads ” Happy birthday little one…from your loved ones “a-far”……” odd yes, but that’d be pretty epic (that was a random thought) .
Anywhooo, few people understand why I do not consider my birthday an event deserving of much fanfare. As a matter of fact as my birthday approached I was filled with dread…pure…absolute DREAD. Why? I don’t know. Birthdays, (mine) make me emotional. I’m not sure why, nor do I care to figure it out– it must be all that attention….I think.
Big thanks to my family and friends for understanding my fear, and for having kept it as simple as possible. Also a big shout out to my cousin Keya, for hyping me up for my big day 🙂 — she loves to see me in the celebratory mood and I love her for that– best cousin ever or what? Totally the best.
So it’s my birthday, I will celebrate— fears aside. I will get intoxicated—or perhaps just chill out (literally— New England is cold). I will make my week–weekend long celebration memorable….memorable I tell ya!! 🙂
I’ll write a post after the event with all the fine “deets”—if I can remember #cheers !!! (hash-tag I’m out)