I’m really weird about birthdays. I don’t want to make a big fuss, making bold claims on a yearly basis that I don’t want to do anything. Nothing! And then my birthday rolls around and the phone calls and texts flood my phone, letting me feel loved and thought of.

Who doesn’t love their favorite people letting them know they’re thinking of them that day? Or opening packages in the mail with gifts that exemplify your entire being?

And when friends stop by to celebrate, bringing champagne and teaching your two-year old to say Chewbaca, what’s not to love about that?

And then when your husband brings home Olive Garden for dinner and bakes you a cake with your daughter, well that’s just the icing on the cake.

Happy Birthday to me.


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