Day 21 - A picture of something that makes you happy:
My 26th Birthday!
I have been excited about my birthday since my last birthday.
My favorite boy, who is my friend, who I kiss on the mouth, so I guess he's my boyfriend (ha ha ha... oh, Chris), pulled together such a memorable day for me. Needless to say, there are too many statements/stories that begin and end with 'needless to say'... That being said, I'll restart it like this:
MY BIRTHDAY WAS THE BEST BIRTHDAY.
Surprise suprise suprise... Well it was, mostly, as I wasn't really 'in the know' of what was going to happen for my birthday party. My boy and my friends took the mantle of party-planning-worrying-and-pulling-it-together-ness from me, then went above and beyond.I'll sum it up for you.(Disclosure: Now, if you weren't invited, please please don't be sad/mad. As I'm no longer on facebook/am connected to my beautiful people quite easily, others were in charge of and and all inviting, and really did try their best to get everyone that they knew I knew, with out me knowing what they were doing. So if you weren't accosted over this, I am truly sorry... and YOU AND ME will go have a splendid friend-date to make up for it. Kapeesh?)
I GOT TO WEAR A CROWN. Yeah. I know.
A million tiny fairy lights and streamers strung up everywhere
I love it so much I'd let this go on all day if I could raise enough rain dancers. But instead I'll just listen to it throught the walls, wishing I was in my bed, looking out my window, to the new world outside.
I love running straight into the downpoured fray, and waltzing between the drops, and spinning like a dervish around the rain-licked poles.
I love it most when the raindrops stick to the little hairs on my arms, and when I look into them I can see everything so clearly again.
“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddlestrings and harps, drums and tamboura I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.”- Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet