from such great heights

hello, twenty.

Posted in life by chapwoman on October 19, 2008

birthdays are fascinating.

i don’t know what it is, but every year October 18th never feels quite like the other 364 days. there’s an odd surrealism that accompanies my birthday: time moves slower, the sun shines brighter, worries disappear.

my friend anna said something profound today: “birthdays have always been a big deal in my family. for some people, birthdays are just like any other day, but not in my house.”  click!  that explains all the fluff i feel every October 18th. like Anna’s, my family believes birthdays have always been YOUR day; they were never meant to be “just like any other day.” it’s a 24-hour period we wait for all year long (maybe not “wait for” after we turn 30), so when it finally wakes us up on that morning, we should feel entitled to receive “happy birthday!”s from our friends and to not worry about the “to-do” list and to jump around our room when we open gifts.  we are entitled to all of it.  because it’s our freaking birthday.

with that being said, yesterday was amazing.  brunch with my closest friends, shopping for new pair of jeans, opening the package from my family, spending quality time with the Lord on my morning jog, getting little texts throughout the day, and dancing it up at Katie’s shindig.

i couldn’t ask for better friends or better birthdays.

hello, twenty.

C’est la vie,
Chappie

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  1. thepomegranateblog said, on October 21, 2008 at 5:20 am

    Happy Birthday ;) Hope u had a marvellous day….


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