Every year I want to die on my birthday. . It would be cool to live exactly X number of years.
But it didn't happen, I survived the day.
(Next year I will try to place myself in more life-threating situations. )
It means I'm a quarter of a century old. That is so great, it feels so good.
My roommates are wonderful. I can't believe how many people came by the house to say hello.
I made a little list, and I think there was 44 people here. I love the people in my life, I love them. Birthdays always overwhelm me with how great I have it. . . I have some wicked cool people in my life who really do love me. . . It is so great.
And it is odd to think that before Logan, I knew none of them.
God Bless Logan, and Birthdays.
2 comments:
Happy late birthday!
I'm really really sad I didn't make it over to your house. It ended up getting busy at work and I was there late :( But I hope that you had a wonderful day!
God bless you.
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