Whose? Well, mine.
I spent the weekend with my dear mother and it felt good to get out of her bed this morning. Last night, my brother, Kevin, and I stayed up late catching up on the ups and downs of life; we hardly chat anymore and I miss him dearly.
For the sixth time in a row, Pablo (the boyfriend) was the first to call and wish me a happy birthday. When I started whining about officially getting into my late twenties, he said that we were both off the shelf, intentionally, and that we had gotten each other off the shelf. That’s some serious validation. As if that wasn’t enough, he sent a message stating that I was too special to be kept on a shelf for the general public to see and touch and gawk at. *sigh*
Mother dearest insists that I have to spend the night at home – she’s baiting me with a gift. And Lily and Priska, who celebrates her own birthday tomorrow, are meeting up for coffee in about 40 minutes and I’m joining them. Can’t wait to catch up!
In true mature fashion, I will leave you with a quote which speaks to me profoundly: