Today I am 27. And since I'm home I got a little dose of our traditional family strings/present scavenger hunt. Under normal circumstances I'd be bouncing off the walls on my birthday eve, unable to sleep and up at the crack of dawn. I LOVE birthdays, especially birthday strings! But this morning I must have pressed snooze five times before I dragged my ass out of bed and got dressed.
Mom and sister gave a valiant effort at making my birthday morning as enjoyable as possible under the circumstances. But I just didn't feel like celebrating. And still don't.
My friend Akin and I joked around about skipping our birthdays this year. I'm beginning to think perhaps that's not such a bad idea. Maybe for my 28th I'll be in a more celebratory mood.
My dad really made holidays and birthdays special. It just adds to my sadness to know that that extra dose of joy won't be there anymore...
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