Monday, October 17, 2011

The 17th

Today was my birthday.
Birthdays are always anticlimactic.

The highlight: My dad called and sang "Happy Birthday" Dumbo style for me. Loved it.

Nineteen is a weird age, I think. Nothing really exciting happens, and yet it's like, "holy crap, I'm almost twenty." Now, twenty sounds old and nineteen is just awkward. If I was a boy, I could go on a mission. I think about this often actually. Just two more years though.

Overall: lots of cake=a good birthday.

3 comments:

Becca said...

Another happy birthday message your way! :) Hope it was a great day, for reals. Not just in a "that's-what-everyone-says-on-my-birthday" type of way. :) You are truly awesome...YAY!!!

melissa maxfield said...

Why are birthdays always "anticlimactic"?
If we know they are never going to meet with our expectations or desires why do we invest any hopes or dreams into them.
It is a self defeating behavior.

rlmax said...

Your birthday was awesome for me! I love it when you guys are over and we can play games and pig out. It doesn't get much better! Missed you this weekend. :( Luke is such a buzzkill.