It's officially the weekend.
And in my book—it's officially my birthday weekend!
This weekend feels like the joy you had as a kid (and hopefully still now) when you got to eat both peanut butter cup ears off the Friendly's monster sundae before dad swiped one.
It feels like the 19 candles glowing on top of a vanilla birthday cake while your nearest and dearest sing to you in five different keys.
It feel like the busy streets of New York City with a warm cup of Starbucks in one hand and a side of Ladurée macaroons in the other.
It's most definitely the perfect celebration after a week chock full of mid-terms and essays.
It's all my past birthday celebrations I am recalling as I think in retrospect of my *almost* 19 years and realize—I'm growing up.
The birthday party themes have certainly changed—the seafood feast for dinner has certainly not.
These changes may seem so sad but they are in fact full of joy.
To look at myself grow from birthday to birthday is quite the powerful, intriguing and during those middle school years quite embarrassing...journey so far.
But frankly, I am altogether enjoying watching myself grow as an individual.
No comments:
Post a Comment