Sunday, October 9, 2011

24... almost

Dear almost 24 year old-


 Hello. How the years have gone by.
I totally remember when you were 11, having that swim party, swimming all afternoon and had a princess birthday cake. The party included girls and one boy, whom you had a crush on.
Remember Sweet 16? Your parents flew you back to Michigan. Your grandma took you and 5 girls to a resort and you swam and had a wonderful dinner? Oh yeah there was one boy there too, who had a crush on you.
I know there were some not so good birthdays too. Remember the time where you skinned your knee at you 8th birthday? There was no boy there this time, but 2.
And what about your 18th? You sat on your bed wanting to commit suicide and parents didn’t even see you. You weren’t allowed to see your boyfriend.
But what about this birthday? Is it a good one? Will it be one for the books? Can I guess what it will be for you?

I believe it will be just a birthday. It will be a fresh start. A birthday that doesn’t need to have a boy at the end of it. It will be a year that you will realize that happiness doesn’t come in the form of a boy; it will come in the form of YOU. I believe that smile that has been dim for a while will be bright again. I know you will still change lives and your going to find something you love to do and enjoy going to. I see that there will still be rough days, and maybe the occasional let downs, but you may find that those heartbreaks may include a happy ending. You never know. I think you should stop getting yourself down and see all the good and kind things you do for others. You have a family that loves you, 3 animals that adore you and friends that will always be there. You have a lot going for you kiddo, and I am proud of you.

And even if that may be “just a birthday” I think maybe if you make it, it could be one of the best and definitely one to put in the books.

Love –

Your birthday.

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