Birthdays have an amazing ability to make me realize just how awesome...I mean, er...grateful I am.
OK, just kidding, I promise I'm not actually that conceited. If I feel awesome, it's because I have all these people who care about me. As the commercials say "_____ people can't be wrong," right? As my best friend once put it, "guess there's something to me after all." I've felt very special today, and life is good.
For a lot of my birthdays I've grown up expecting to feel some sort of magical difference the morning I woke up. When I turned 16 I though that I'd feel somehow less awkward, more attractive, and suddenly dateable.
That didn't really happen.
Then at 18, I thought I'd wake up and feel like a grown up--I mean, the world says with that birthday that I'm entitled to certain rights and privileges, I should certainly wake up feeling righted and privileged, right?
That didn't really happen either...
And now I'm 21. "Legal" as many of my friends have reminded me. You know what though? I do feel different. It's not something that's come on all of a sudden, and I didn't wake up with the feeling this morning, but I just feel like I'm older, wiser, and more grown up somehow then I was about a year ago. Having to deal with things like finances and 2 jobs and time management has an amazing way of turning you grown up. I feel like I've got a pretty good idea of what I'm doing, where I think I'm going and how it is that I'm going to get there. And even if plans change, God still knows me, and he still knows where it is that I really need to end up.
So I guess that what I really am this Birthday is honestly grateful. I'm grateful for friends who care about me, I'm grateful for a family that loves me, and I'm grateful that people took time out of their ordinary days to make mine extraordinary. Thanks to all of you, for everything.
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Happy Birthday, Novel. We miss you!
Miss Novel! I'd be lying if I said I remembered your birthday was today cause I felt really ashamed when I checked your blog and realized..o crap. I'd even call you except for the fact that I have no voice. So, for the time being.. *ahem*
Miss Novel: A Birthday Poem
Dear Miss Novel turns twenty-one today
Oh how I wish I could be there to play!
With Boy Wonder and Novel and the crock pot
Being so far away I sure miss them a lot
Miss Novel she cooks with wonderous ease
Her quesadillas and peach cobbler are oft wont to please!
Give her your tired your hungry your cold
She'll feed them as to sleep with stories they're lulled.
Oh Miss Novel of the amazingly wild gesticulation
Stories of "Juniper," painted cows, and crazy speculation
I've heard all your stories at least three times over
But when you start talkin it's like I've found a 4 leaf clover
Cause Miss Novel is a true friend,
a rare one at that
She tells me I'm pretty, I'm smart, and not fat
She gets me through hard times, the thick ones and thin
And makes me feel like I might maybe be worth somethin'
And so, this day, Miss Novel, is for you
To celebrate yourself and all that you do!
If I still had Dining plus I'd buy you sharp Cheddar
Because lunchtime with Novel- Is there anything better?
I know, it's pretty much the best birthday poem ever. I hope you have a wonderful day and get a special letter from a special someone. I love you!
Happy Birthday Novel! Sorry I didn't leave you this comment yesterday. But hey, now I've wished you a day before and a day after. How fun is that? :)
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