Monday, August 15, 2011

Twenty-Eight.

Today is my birthday.

Da-na-na-na-na-na.

That's right, I just typed that out. And, it took like ten minutes (and singing out loud) to make sure it was correct.

In my family, birthdays have always been a big deal. On your special day, you get to pick out your favorite meal for dinner, your cake flavors and you are showered with gifts. It's sorta family tradition.

However, now that I live approximately 1.5 hours away from my family, we had this celebration last week. I chose breakfast-brunch and Kahlua cake. {I can't find my mother's actual recipe online, but believe me when I say it's the best thing ever. But then again, cake soaked in alcohol is bound to be delicious.}

I think the best thing about having a birthday (other than the attention and presents, of course) is the opportunity to reflect on your life. Or, at least the last year of your life.

I can't say that much has changed for me in the last year, but I do feel proud of this journey--our journey--to wherever life takes us. When you are little, birthdays are such a big deal, complete with parties and friends and all those major milestones that affect you in such profound ways. After 21, you and your milestones seem to slow down significantly and a birthday is just another year added to the tally.

If my life's experience over the last few years has taught me anything, it's that time--and life--is incredibly precious. I know I have said it before, but when something major turns your life upside down, it has a way of changing you for the better.

Here's what else I know for sure on this day of my birth:

Every moment matters.
Everything is preparing you for something.
You were a fool to ever play the "I'll be here by this age" game with yourself.
Not everyone can hear listens to the ticking of their biological clock.
When you feel like crying, you should cry.
If you don't cry when you feel like crying, you will cry harder at something insignificant.
The truth can hurt just as often as it can heal.
Invictus is one of the most beautiful poems ever written.

My body will always be this awkward & lanky:




My hair will always have a mind of its own:

And my knees will always be this knobby:


Oh, and clowns will always be creepy. Always.

4 comments:

Karen said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!

ChinaDoll said...

Happy birthday, Emily! God Bless you and enjoy your day! Hugs♥

Lacie said...

Happy birthday to you, you incredibly insightful and intelligent woman! Kauhlua cake? What? PLEASE post the recipe and pics!

Ross said...

Every moment is special and you can't take that for granted! Happy Birthday! I hope it was great. With a cake like that it was bound to be good!

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