I love birthdays.
I love birthdays as much as I love cake. Maybe more.
This is my twin. Tomorrow is her birthday, too. (I won't insult you by pointing her out in the photo below. It's obvious which one she is as she is sitting right beside me).
(This was made at least several years ago. We've changed some since.)
She loves birthdays. She loves birthdays as much as she loves cake. (Okay, not sure on that point. I'll have to ask her).
This girl and I have been through a lot together in the years we've known each other. Which has been awhile. As in, years and years and years with another year thrown in for good measure. We're sisters and best friends, as close as teeth and gums.
Cough. Yeah, great imagery there, Erin.
In short, we're pretty tight.
The two of us back when we were...uh, five? Ah, good times.
How old will we be tomorrow, you ask? Well, in ten years we'll be thirty. Oh, my peas.
Hold my hand, blog reader.
Did you just hear that? Thirty. *sobs into hands* I don't want to grow up.
And yet, I still love birthdays. It's that one day of the year where I generally don't do anything out of the ordinary, but still just bask in the glorious knowledge that today is a special day. I like the whole shabang. The cake, the smiles, the birthday wishes. Yeah, I'm downright pathetic with how much I love birthday wishes. If I didn't have a blog, I'd probably pass out fliers and leaflets to all of you with the date of June 5th stamped on it and "Remember the date!" written down in a cute font. Maybe Curlz MT.
I really don't know where the direction of this post is supposed to head now that I've shared the happy news. Maybe I should end and go dream about tomorrow. We'll have plenty of birthday and hopefully plenty of cake.
It should be a good day. ;)