Yes, I am a birthday whore. I love birthdays, not just mine. Mostly because I love surprises. I love receiving them, I love giving them. Steve surprised me today. I didn’t expect anything, as we are both students and quite poor. But when I woke up, I had cards, cake, and presents waiting for me! Not to mention a happy birthday work of art scribbled all over the mirror (mirror messages are our thing: at some random point, one of us will write a sweet, romantic message on the mirror to find when the person wakes up the next morning or comes home from school/work).

Today is a celebration of everything. I am happy for the first time in a long time. My 21st birthday, I spent moving in to the church that despised us. I didn’t really get to celebrate: a crappy cake from the grocery store (not birthday cake, some other weird, dry, crumbly thing) sufficed. My 22nd birthday, I was pregnant. My 23rd, I was miserable and breastfeeding and getting ready to leave first church. My 24th, I had just separated from Bob (though Steve made the day pretty awesome–my life in general was pretty miserable). Last year, Bob chose that day to tell me he had remarried the previous weekend. It didn’t ruin my day at all, but between that and being newly divorced, I was still trying to learn how to breathe. So this year, even though my life isn’t perfect (whose is?), I feel better. I feel good. I am happy. And that is worth celebrating .

Ignore my lack of makeup and the open dishwasher (they're clean, at least!)

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