That’s the date I write on every single form, every single application. I write this ‘number’ a lot. It never changes. It’s 12 (13?) days past the day the doctor told my parents I would arrive, but alas… it’s the day I was born. After overstaying my welcome, I plopped into this world exactly 21 years ago today at a healthy 8 pounds 5 ounces.
My grandma holding her first granddaughter, Hillary Ann.
I have lived two full decades. I have twenty years of life experience. I appreciate every day I’ve had, and look forward to each that lies ahead. Some years have been more plump with adventure, laughter, and joy. Some years, there were bigger obstacles to climb and getting through another day seemed more of a challenge. Yet, I think it is only appropriate – on your birthday – to rejoice the positives of your life, the unique individual that you are, and who you’ve grown to be.
“Be happy for this moment for this moment is your life.” – Omar Khayyam
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Today I woke up at the early hour of 6:19am to join my favorite running gals on a 7-mile run. You’ve heard me say a time or two, I’m not a fan of sleeping in; I wasn’t about to waste my precious time in bed on my once in a lifetime 21st birthday. Up and at ’em!
7-mile run around the golf course @ 7:00am. 66 minutes later… done.
blueberry birthday pancakes. done.
3 pancakes x 7 blueberries each = 21!
I smothered my pancakes in organic berries, agave, 0% plain Greek, and a dusting of lemon zest.
Delicious or Deceiving
Unfortunately, my b.day breakfast ‘cakes were not really good. In fact, I would say they were actually pretty awful – flavorless & rubbery. What went wrong? Oh well : ) I’ve still had a lovely start to my day and… I spy blue sky!
What’s the plan for the rest of my day?
Friends. Oyster Festival [details another time?]. Dinner with ma mere et mon pere. Cake. More friends. Bar hopping? More drinks… and the rest is history.