my birthday.

i slept in this morning. (this is a rare occurrence in my life right now, so i do not take it for granted.)

i drank some hot tea.


met my mom and sister for lunch.

saw my dad.

drove with my windows down.

felt the fall breeze in my hair.

did some homework.

went to class.

ate ice cream with some dear friends.

although it may not be the most glamorous birthday, i’ve enjoyed it.

i’ve felt loved.

and that’s really all that matters…

“to love and be loved in return”

thank you, moulin rouge. thank you.