The week leading up to my birthday was exhausting and incredible. Receiving marks back for two assignments that I was dreading went better than expected, as I walked away with a High Distinction and a Distinction for my efforts. I trained Sunday night through to Thursday night and by the time it rolled around to put on my dress to head off to family dinner on Friday, it no longer fit properly. Which is a great reason to spend this coming week eating loads of pasta.
True to my usual fashion, I arrived at the restaurant late, but by the time I got there my Mum had arranged balloons and sequins and glitter and party bags and an assortment of other fun things along the tables. This was a bit of a surprise as we hadn’t really discussed it, and being that my family were driving two hours to get to this dinner, I had ensured that I had quite thoroughly discussed the plan with Mum. My face could honestly have cracked under the amount of pressure that my enormous grin was putting upon it.The smile didn’t leave my face once. Family birthday dinner was excellent.
Saturday, the day of my actual birthday, I spent sleeping late while Levi dashed off to “run errands”. I met up with friends and had a late lunch and lorded about the place being the birthday girl, which is something that I’ve never really done before, and let me tell you, it was great. I returned home to find the house looking incredible and the backyard adorned with comfy couches and covered in fairy lights. It was so beautiful that I was genuinely lost for words and the proud look on Levi’s face was almost too much. Ha, errands. You got me. As the night wore on I found myself without a worry at all; Levi essentially took care of everything. “I want to make your birthday as special as I can,” he told me.
I could go on forever about how wonderful it all was and how wonderful he is, but I can hardly put into words the overwhelming sense of happiness I felt this weekend.
Twenty-one will be a good year.