Twenty-three today.
I’m not doing anything special, not even cutting a cake, but the day has still been beautiful. The weather is nice, I opened cards from my grandparents, and I was scheduled for another job interview tomorrow. I’m happy to simply be alive! This year I’m reminded that not only the twelfth of January is a day of celebration; everyday I need to celebrate this life, show gratitude all the things I have, and continue to grow no matter what my age.
I know its going to sound silly, but all my odd numbered years have been the happiest and most memorable. I’m excited to see what 2012 holds for me. :)
I want to wish the most understanding friend in the world the happiest of all birthdays. Not gonna lie, it slipped my mind that it was today, but I’m just going to blame the fact that you hate birthdays and wish people would forget about it. BAHAH! Half kidding. I love you, mother girl. Shalom.
