But this one, perhaps because I braced myself so hard against it, was a good one. I went to the beach on Saturday, had a blast, followed it with burgers and chocolate, then had brunch on Sunday, and today, the actual day of birthday, was pain and sob free. I was happy-- happy to go to work, happy to have dinner afterwards, happy to open gifts, happy to take the phone calls, happy to wear my new dress, happy to celebrate me.
Maybe I've grown up. Maybe I got used to it. Maybe I'm actually okay with a day of being special now.
I don't have a deep emotional post to put up today, much as I expected I would. Things are suddenly very simple. All I wanted was to feel loved. I felt loved all weekend long, and all day today. Everything was okay, and I am somehow, 1 hour and 15 minutes away from the end of my birthday, still okay.
I am at peace.
I am happy.
Everything is just as it should be.
What can I say? ...
Happy Birthday to me!
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