I am 23. It sounds old to me. Don’t worry I know it’s not but it honestly does sound old. I still feel, oh somewhere around nineteen. I suppose that’s because that is the age when I got really sick. My life has taken many different turns that a ‘normal’ twenty-three year old’s has but I believed I have ended up where I needed to be.
My birthday was beyond special. I had my family gathered around me. I felt cherished and loved. I was happy. In many ways this was a milestone for me. A birthday where I’m happy. A birthday where I had a real cake (I had a fake one at Laureate) that I ate (well actually Oreo Dessert – soooooo good) and enjoyed it and even had seconds. A birthday where I chose how to spend my day and was actual free!
Somethings never change though. Like all my past birthday’s my cousin David was there to ‘help’ me open my gifts. I passed my cards and gifts around as is our family tradition and hid my money from greedy cousin hands. I laughed at my family’s comments. My mother started giving me little gifts five days before my birthday and I chose a place to eat lunch out.
It was comforting to realize that something’s never change. I still am Miss Kate and Kater. My family loves to give me dog things (thanks for my pooper scooper bags Papa :D) and Grandma gives little thoughtful gifts. In many ways I felt that I was experiencing the joy that I had missed from many birthday’s past. And as I enjoyed my day I realized that this is how life is meant to be lived. With an appreciation for a year full of growth and anticipation for the future.
And I ended up not wishing on the candles. I didn’t know what to wish for. I feel as if what I have wished for in years past is slowly coming true. And I can’t ask for anything more.
Like I said. Somethings never change. He helped me at four and he helped me at 23.