It’s my birthday week.
My sweetie has taught me this term. She actually extends it to the month of her birthday. So I feel sorry for anyone who shares her birth month, because she doesn’t share things like that very well.
But back to me and My birthday week.
I haven’t been much of a birthday celebrator so I’m not sure what to do with a whole week.
Hmmmm. Birthday wishes??? No. Who cares what I want but me, and I’ve been a little fixated on that type of thinking lately. I think it’s time I took account of the things for which I really need to be thankful, things worth getting older.
Monday- My Sweetie.
It’s really difficult to explain this one without going all mushy blah, blah, blah because you all know what I’m talking about when I say I’m a better person because of her. You know what it means to have someone you can’t wait to see every day. No need to elaborate what it means to have someone love you back way more that you can love them but she makes you want to try anyway.
She’s it for me. I love waking up in the morning and seeing her first thing. I love laughing with her. I love saying something funny just to see her smile at me. I love the way she loves everyone around her and then see how much they adore her. And yet she chooses to hang around with me.
Monday. I’m so grateful and lucky to have someone as special as she.
Love ya babe!