When everyone began to ask me what I was going to do on my special day, I received with the question many suggestions as to how I should plan the festivities.
“You should go out to eat.”
“You could meet friends for a few drinks.”
“You should go to the bars and get trashed — that’s what I always do.”
And while I know these words of wisdom were not ill-intentioned, none of them — not even the last all-too-fun-sounding pearl of advice (note sarcastic tone) — involved things that I wanted to do for the celebration of my 24th year of life.
I woke up the next morning to bagels and fresh cream cheese from my favorite joints, compliments of my sister’s boyfriend, Anthony. I went for a long walk with my mom, and Dan and my sister made me sushi for lunch. I broke out my new juicer — the one and only present I really wanted — and made juice for everyone. A few of my most cherished extended family members stopped over, and I got to spend some time with all of them — my aunt, uncle, fabulous godchild and cousin, Chloe, and her sister, Ella, and brother, Jacob. They brought me cookies shaped like 2’s and 4’s (as you can see I pretty much polished those off!). And my mom made my favorite dinner which consists of ground turkey, potatoes, carrots, mushrooms, corn and onions. I know it’s quite an odd choice, but I love it. Finally, my family sang to me and we ate cake.
It was perfect. I would not change a darn thing.
And while I already knew how lucky I am, days like this reaffirm all of those very real, true beliefs.
I. AM. SO. LUCKY.
Mohandas Gandhi once said, “Where there is love there is life.”
I know for sure that my “life” exists and thrives because of the love by which I am surrounded. And I am a consistently growing person because of that “love.”
Thank you . . . to each one of you who have made my life for the past 24 years.