In exactly one month I will be celebrating my birthday. I love my birthday because it's a day that's all about me and I get PRESENTS.
Admittedly, that sounds a little bratty, but why shouldn't I enjoy the day that celebrates my coming into the world? Besides, there's always the downside of birthdays and that's turning another year older. Even though the presents are great, I've always had a hard time with aging. I used to cry at times when I was younger because I knew I'd never be able to go back to being 5 or 8 or 11 or whatever age my little heart yearned to return to. As I've gotten older, the aging process has gotten easier, but there are times when I still wish I were 17 or 22. Nostalgia sometimes gets the best of me and I doubt that feeling of wanting to relive a particular age will ever truly go away. Nonetheless, birthday celebrations do make me extremely happy. What's not to love about making a wish, blowing out candles, and eating a giant piece of homemade birthday cake that was baked with love by your mom? Birthdays are special days in my family and I'll be looking forward to my birthday dinner and lemon cake. No, spice cake. No, strawberry. It's really too soon to decide what I'll be in the mood for, so cake decisions will just have to wait until the day gets a little bit closer!