Yesterday was my birthday and there were two pleasant surprises. First, I realize that I’m not at all unhappy about my birthday. I’m not moaning and groaning about being one year older and losing one more year of my youth. I was genuinely happy that it was my birthday. Gosh, when was the last time I felt this way? Probably when I turned 16. Since then, I have treated all my birthdays with a blasé attitude, almost a sorrowful farewell to my youth as it becomes more and more distant. But yesterday’s birthday, I was actually very happy. That happiness is not easily explainable. Maybe I just realize that I have a lot to be grateful for in life and maybe it finally means I’ve matured emotionally.
Second pleasant surprise, Mom gave me a big fat kiss on my birthday. I was surprised by my mom’s effusiveness, as she and I are usually not always so physically demonstrative. But maybe that kiss reminded me how truly, deeply I am loved. Really, I am a very lucky girl and I know it. =)
1 comment:
Maybe you are bi-polar. :p
Just kidding. Luv you honey!
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