Yesterday, I turned 22.
I will admit, I wasn’t looking forward to my birthday. Somewhere along the line, I stopped feeling like my birthday was special. But today? Oh my goodness, yesterday was different. Yeah, I had to work ten grueling hours and then catch up on some homework, but that doesn’t even matter right now.
I received several messages yesterday, reminding me that I am not forgotten. That I am loved and appreciated. And let me tell you, that feeling is amazing.
One person in particular made today extra memorable. She got me a framed poster of one of our favorite “Keep Calm” phrases, and we hung it up on the wall this morning. It’s our first wall decoration. And then later, when I came home during my break, I walked into our apartment and immediately froze when I saw what stood before me: a beautiful Fender acoustic, sitting perfectly on a stand in the middle of the room. My jaw dropped. I was blown away. And then there were tears. A whole lot of them, because nobody has ever done something like that for me. But it wasn’t just the guitar, it was the sentiment, the endless love which inspired that surprise. I’m going to write her so many cheesy songs with that guitar.
All of the love and surprises and good news in the past 48 hours made yesterday such a good birthday, and the celebrations aren’t even over! She’s taking me out to dinner tomorrow, and I get to have her all to myself.
I’m the luckiest person in the world.
