so, my birthday is tomorrow. i'll be 22 years old. i'm not really excited about it. i don't care that i'm another year older; it's not a big deal. but i feel like i should be somewhat excited about it being my birthday.

last year, it was so different-- turning 21, about to graduate from a prestigious university, scared/excited/anticipating having a baby/being a mommy. i sat here re-reading some old posts from that time and it made me cry; i really miss that time all of that stuff.

this year, it's just all kinds of bleh. simply another day; nothing special.

my last day of work went fairly smoothly. J's sister treated me to a pre-birthday lunch since she's gonna be out of town this weekend. she's all kinds of sweetness. she's stressing out about her upcoming finals so i'm gonna make her a little care package to have while she's holed up in her dorm studying next week.

i'm missing my pap bear like crazy, but what can i do but deal with it? he leaves me the cutest voicemails whenever i miss his calls and i just adore those random "i miss you" texts he sends me. that man puts a smile on my face like no one else can. i can't wait til he comes home. i hate sleeping in an empty bed. =(

no birthday plans. tonight, i'm gonna take a nice, long bubble bath, have some wine, and watch a movie or two. hopefully, i'll get to talk to papa bear for a while. tomorrow, i'll probably just clean the house, put up the christmas tree, and wrap some gifts. pitiful birthday, ain't it?

Labels: my love, this is who i am, weekend stuff, work stuff

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