I was cheesin' it up all. the. time.
My first birthday was a bit traumatic due to an incident involving a birthday tiara, but I got over it.
My childhood years were filled with more cheesin' and generally stealing the spotlight at all times.
All birthdays after my second birthday (which involved a you-started-singing-happy-birthday-without-me incident, and crying) were subsequently amazing. Probably because I started to appreciate cake a lot more.
My favorite birthday to date was the surprise party thrown for me in my senior year of high school. Even though I suspected it early on, the night before I was expertly convinced that I was wrong.
I don't care if this sounds selfish, but I love my birthday because it's all about me. I'm a giver and I often get caught up in caring more about other people than myself. Therefore, when my birthday comes around, I celebrate all week and treat myself to lots of special little things.
Twenty-four sounds scary, but I'm really excited at the same time because it holds so much promise. Here's to another year of being completely and totally awesome.
Twenty-four sounds scary, but I'm really excited at the same time because it holds so much promise. Here's to another year of being completely and totally awesome.