Whenever my birthday was about to roll around the corner when I was young, I would start planning months ahead of time and my birthday list would be a mile long.
Not anymore. Its kind of sad really. Birthdays just aren’t as exciting as they used to be…and I know the reason is all because of me. Yes, I’m the culprit. I woke up this morning and it just felt like another day. I went to school, I came home, I did my homework. We did the usual rituals of blowing out the candles, singing happy birthday, opening presents and then it was over. Done.
But, as I was sitting down to blow out my eighteen candles and my family was singing really off key, I began to realize something. I don’t know if I was just too giddy about opening presents all these years and not paying attention, but I’m loved so-so-so much. Yes, I already knew that, but every year my family has taken the time to make my birthday special. They spoil me and treat me like a princess every single year, and as we were all sitting down together eating supper, I felt content, happy, and safe. God gave me the family I needed…and they are the only family I’ll ever want.
Tomorrow it will probably hit me. I’ll probably think about how old I am getting and how I’ll never be seventeen again and that every minute that goes by I’m only getting older. That’s just me. But right now, I’m happy.
My Awkward Little Corner 