It is my birthday.
23 years ago I was born.
I'd like to think I've learned one or two things about who I am at 23...
I'm a wife. A daughter. A sister. A friend. A fur mother. I'm fiesty but loving. I'm responsible. I don't always make the best choices, but I don't regret my mistakes either because they all became learning opportunities. I'm sarcastic more often than not. I'm smart but sometimes lack common sense. I grew up under a rock, so the world still shocks me daily. I am thankful for that rock, because it means someone was looking out for me. I'm outgoing, but don't like uncomfortable situations. I enjoy writing, designing, watching TV and reading. I wear sweatpants more than actual clothes. I'm organized and I love to decorate. My feelings get hurt easily. I am naturally extremely trusting. I cry when people go out of their way for others. I cry at love and happy things, as well as sad things. When my husband comes home at the end of the day excited to see me, I am the happiest in the world. Nothing beats the love my dogs have for me. I consider myself blessed.
So when I wake up for the start of this day... I'm going to finally use that oversized bathtub that has not been used, go to the library, watch Magic Mike again, drink wine and be thankful to be celebrating my 23rd year of life.
One last note to tack onto the end of this celebration:
On this special day I want to send a shout out to my mother. It's her birth date. And without her and my dad I obviously wouldn't be celebrating today 23 years later. I am so thankful for the both of you and all you have done for me for 23 years now.