I was on the phone with my sister earlier, and I said "Well, here we are, one day closer to my birthday!"
Can you say self-absorbed?
I don't know what it is, but I really love my birthday. I always assumed I would eventually grow out of it, but nope. Here we are, pretty much grown up, and I'm still going strong. This doesn't really mean I ever throw a big shindig or do anything super memorable, but I get just as excited about it every year. There's something special about feeling like there's a day that's actually about you...
One year in college, I discovered two birthday twins - same year even! - and I was kinda weirdly sad about it? I don't know what to say. Im ashamed of myself, but it doesn't mean I'm about to pretend like I don't care that MY BIRTHDAY IS COMING SOON!
I guess it's kinda like Buddy the Elf and his affinity for Christmas.
Except, actually, I get just as excited about Christmas.
December, in general, is just one of the best
Yep, I just accidentally typed holidays there instead of months, because, really, December does sort of feel like one big holiday to me.
And? I get to go to Lights of Tejas twice this year. I can't wait.
The things to be excited about just keep multiplying.