Happy birthday to me

Happy birthday to me.
Happy birthday dear Asian Narwhal.
Happy birthday to me.

Oh yes! The big ole 1 9. It's a great celebration. Journaling... Writing essays... Going to church. Good stuff. Am I doing anything special today? nothing in particular I suppose. I'm eating some food with a few of my cousins. Umm other than that it's an okay day.

When I was little, I remember birthdays being the best they can ever be. I would look forward to it, at least six months prior and find the legos or an Apple product wrapped with the shiniest paper I've ever seen. They were fun to unwrap and awesome to play with, but soon after I'll only look at it once and a while until it fades in worthless insignificance.

Today is different. I'm old. Well not that old but older. It's a really good day. Unlike those presents that gave me momentary joy, I have found people I know, care, and love. I wouldn't trade that for anything else. They will never fade like those devices. They'll be here, whether I'm halfway across the world or outside your door, they'll be there ready to say hi and give you the biggest hug. Today may not be the most grandeur birthday but I have friends who took the time to call me or talk to me and made me feel special. That's all I could ever ask for.

Thank you ladies and gentlemen.