May 9, 1987 marks the day that I was...well...birthed. And, I've managed to stay alive these 25 years. I'm not gonna lie, as I was going through the beautification process Wednesday morning, I managed to get a little teary eyed reflecting on my past. Every birthday is a little surreal, especially this one. Maybe it's because when I was younger, I'd picture myself at the age that I thought I'd finally "arrive", and 25 was it. And here I am. All dressed up and no place to go. But hey...25 presents itself with a whole new set of exciting possibilities. What will this new year bring? Where will I be on my next birthday? It's all up in the air...and I'm excited to see where the feather falls.
(Snickerdoodle and cake courtesy of fantastically caring Sundance friends)
(Snickerdoodle and cake courtesy of fantastically caring Sundance friends)
I just love you. And all your awesomeness. Let's be friends forever, okay? Hope you had a wonderful commemoration of your birth. And even though you may not have any place to go, I think you look great "dressed up." I'd love to be you when I grow up :)
ReplyDeleteYou look fantastic! Don't worry, though, because I have found that people who tend to be more real never really arrive--they just kind of do it in bits and pieces--more like breezing through until they get to their Ultimate Destination, which isn't here anyway. :) When you are a breezing through type person, you always tend to look like you really have just arrived and tend to stay young forever. You are just such a person!
ReplyDeleteIsn't 25 WEIRD? I feel the same way. 24 wasn't such a crisis, but I feel like I should BE somewhere at 25. You look beautiful, though, and I'm glad it was a happy day! :)
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