Today is the day in which I was first seen face to face by my mother and father. The day in which people were assured of my existence. The day in which people prefer to call Birthday.
Today I am 19. Lovely.
I was spoiled with birthday goodies. I was stuffed with yummy foods. And I was hugged and kissed by the many people at church who wished me a happy birthday. Its always nice to have several shades of pink and red lipstick smothered across your face from all those kisses and to have a mixture of flowery perfume and strong cologne lathered within the fabrics of my clothes from the hundreds of hugs I received. Yes. Being loved today more so than any other day was quite nice. Imagine if it was always this nice.
Perhaps we would be immune to it and treat it as if it were a mere hello from afar. something notable yet almost meaningless.
Well, either way, I enjoyed it all today. From the claps I received from the whole restaurant as they called my name aloud and explaining to the world it was my birthday, to the silly band I got from this little 5 year old boy who wished me a happy birthday. Its all so blissfully, magical. One could only wish life was so absurdly nice and fun all the time.
Today was a good good day. And tomorrow starts the first day of school. So I hope today is not so easily forgotten amongst the craziness that tomorrow may bring.
You know, you can make life that enjoyable if you want to...of course, you have to make it that way...:D
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