I turned 29 this weekend. I did, really.
I am not joking. A lot of girls say that they stop counting at 29.
I am NOT going to be that way.
I love birthdays, hate the aging part, but love birthdays. I wish I could say that the day was magical, but it was anything from it. We painted the hallway, bought Samuel a bed, and I cried for about an hour in the bathroom thinking that I was forgotten by my parents and grandparents.
I have a birthday buddy, Sammy. He will always be 26 years, 364 days younger than me. His birthday, September 12, will always a day before my own big day. That is cool.I am not joking. A lot of girls say that they stop counting at 29.
I am NOT going to be that way.
I love birthdays, hate the aging part, but love birthdays. I wish I could say that the day was magical, but it was anything from it. We painted the hallway, bought Samuel a bed, and I cried for about an hour in the bathroom thinking that I was forgotten by my parents and grandparents.
I am such a baby, didn't think I had an ego, well, I DO!
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