Birthday –noun
1. the anniversary of a birth.
2. the day of a person's birth.
3. a day marking or commemorating the origin, founding, or beginning of something.
4. the festivities or celebration marking such a day or anniversary.
1. the anniversary of a birth.
2. the day of a person's birth.
3. a day marking or commemorating the origin, founding, or beginning of something.
4. the festivities or celebration marking such a day or anniversary.
Mallorie's Official Birthday - April 25, 1982 @ 3:33PM (it was a Sunday)
What does a birthday mean to you? I recently celebrated my 27th birthday - and it was a very memorable one. I was shown support by my family, friends, associates, co-workers, and even folks who claim that they don't like me...go figure!! At midnight - my exact birthday - we toasted and I gave a slurred speech letting everyone know how blessed I was to have them in my life, and how appreciative I was that they took the time out to support me on my special day.
I can't forget to acknowledge that I share my special day with my Father which makes it even more special. My brother and I took him to breakfast, and enjoyed listening to his random tales and his more-than-a-whisper comments on all the different folks that came to the restaurant. Anyone who knows or who has encountered my father, knows that he is a force to be reckoned with...so you can imagine the randomness of the tales and the comments that he had. My Daddy gave me a gift, that has become a symbol of my 27th year -
He got me the one on the far left.
This key symbolizes me holding the key to my joy - not my happiness, but my joy. Joy comes from within, and during my 27th year, I'm going to be joyful. I know there are going to be many that will try to steal my joy...hell...a few of them tried this weekend, but they just got away with my happiness. My joy in still in my heart, and it is nurtured by my REAL friends, my family, and my love for myself. NO ONE will get a hold of it...and this wonderful gift from my Daddy is a perfect reminder to myself to not let that happen.
All in all, I had a wonderful birthday - Friday was perfect...just the way I imagined it. Saturday was a different story, but it was memorable at best. I thank each and everyone of my friends that came out to celebrate and support me. I am truly loved and blessed, and am so grateful of this journey called life that the Lord has given me. I've continue to learn and grow from it...which is helping me to become the woman that I am.
Whew...I got deep there for a minute...or did I? Just my random thoughts...
I'm out!!
Ciao!
Nice, very nice. You said it all and it came out wonderfully...
ReplyDeleteThat's really crazy: You share your b-day with your pops. I don't know if I could handle that ... My nephew was born two days before my b-day, and I'm cool with that. But the actual day ...
ReplyDeleteThat's cool, but I wonder what your dad's thoughts have been through the years on y'all's bday.