Birthday Confessional

Today. I. Am. 25. Years Old.

Okay, so I am one of those people that no matter how freaked out I am about the number, I still wake up at 6:00am on my birthday, so excited that it has finally come that I can't go back to sleep. I mentally count down the days leading up to it, knowing that nobody will really be as excited as I am. Even though everyone tells you 'Happy Birthday' when they first see you that day, I think about it all day long. I see people and think, oh yeah, and did you know, today is MY birthday! Sad, isn't it? To make matters worse, I have the memory of an elephant. I love getting presents, any shape or size. My mom has taught me to be ever so grateful. When someone gives you a gift, you don't just say, oh thanks and move on. You ooh and ahh over it, and bring it up again, saying, OH I JUST LOVE what you got me. I can't WAIT to use it. And because I love this day so much, items have names in my mind, such as 'the slippers Devanie got my for my birthday last year' or 'the purse from my mom'. And I think that every time I use these items. Weird right?

This year I got to be pampered. Mick took me to the most beautiful spa I have ever seen and I got a massage. It was wonderful. The room was 'themed' egyptian and of course I was distracted looking at how they built the cool pillars that look like concrete but really are made of foam. I touched them to make sure. But the best part is feeling myself relax. That NEVER happens. So thanks Mick for getting my exactly what I needed. You are the best!