Thursday, May 19, 2011

No More Candles

I am getting old.  I just had a birthday.  It was yesterday.  I turned 29.  I am old.  One more year and I turn the dreaded 30.  I am so old.  Not really, but kinda.

Over the past 29 years, I have come to realize why birthdays are special.  They are special because it is a day where all of ones most closest friends and even some that are not so close take time to wish one a Happy Birthday and/or reminisce about times/friendship/family/love/memories.  These moments make life wonderful and make birthdays special.

They are also special because it is a day where we get to eat a cake with our name on it, and who doesn't like a good delicious chocolate cake with cream cheese icing, mmmm...

I just want to say thank you to my dear friends and family.  I love you to the moon and back.  I cherish each and every one of you more than you will ever know.  Thank you for the kind words on my birthday.  It means so much!

1 comment:

  1. Well I guess you should know that I (your husband) could not imagine life without you. Every year on may 18th I am thankful that God created you. I love you, keep blogging!