Today is my birthday. I’m usually really super excited for this day. It’s usually my favorite “holiday” and I prance around all day like some sort of princess or something (well, because I am, naturally) and it’s all smiles and happiness and the best day ever. But this year, I have this pit in the bottom of my stomach and I can’t shake it. I just cannot ignore the fact that my mom isn’t here to celebrate with me. And it makes it just a little harder for me to want to celebrate. I just miss her, is all, and as crazy as it seems, I think I miss her now more than ever.
As for feeling like a princess, I still will, and I’ll still smile, and I’ll make the most of my day, because that’s what she would want. I’ll still wear my fun ballerina skirt (isn’t it divine?!) and twirl around to my favourite music and have a dance party with my husband. And I’ll still go to lunch with Daddio and get lunch dessert (lunch dessert is my favourite meal of the day, but birthday lunch dessert is even better) and we’ll enjoy our time as much as possible. And it’s still my day and I’ll have fun, damn it! Thankfully I have a husband who won’t let it be any other way. ;)
Happy birthday to me?