Mom,
It's your birthday. I hope you are having a good day. Remember that time we surprised you by having your birthday party a week early? That was fun. I think you thought something was up, but you weren't absolutely sure. And you always know when something is up. Kind of like how you guess the ending to all of the movies we watch...haha. I think you were wearing your flying monkeys shirt that day...which made me chuckle because it so fit the day. "Don't make me get my flying monkeys" ...it's my birthday party and you'd better not tick me off! You should wear that shirt every birthday... except that it makes me think of those ugly things and they scare me... I digress... Back to your birthday. Do you feel any older than yesterday? I always try to think about weird things like that. How old do I really feel? Did I feel the same way when I was 12 years old as I do now? I know I've had to change my perspective at some point, but when exactly? Will I feel even different at 30, 50, or 70 than I do now? Will I feel that I've spent my time wisely? Will I feel any wiser than I was years before? Then I start to think, why think about all of this? It's my birthday and I just want to have fun! So tonight I hope you have fun! Don't think too much about how old --er young-- you are and try to have a great time.
Love you Mom!
Thursday, July 23, 2009
July 23, 2009
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Thanks Neon!
ReplyDeleteI keep thinking that as I get older I should be more financially stable. I am getting there, but I still can't afford to buy at least one flying monkey. Don't tell anyone, please. I still want them (you and your brother mostly, but dad too)to be terrified that I may just snap and the sound of wings will fill the air.
I am sure that it will be a nice evening.
Mom