my day

Today I turned 19.  It didn't feel much different (I still had to take my quizzes) until my Russian class sang to me, and I was told I'm 'so young' by the one person I wish wouldn't think that.

I took myself out to lunch and had the best waldorf salad.  As I was shoving fancy leaves into my mouth, I watched a homeless man arrange his bags outside the door of the (slightly overpriced) restaurant.  The cute college girl behind the counter immediately left her patrons in line and brought a glass of water and a telephone to this man.  They both smiled and she went to the counter as he settled at a table.  Unfortunately, I was just finishing and had to leave, but I wish I'd had more time to see what happened.  If she gave him food, if they talked, if I could buy him food.  It was sweet--and I felt gently reminded that I am so lucky to have lived these 19 years the way that I have.

I got a cupcake from roomie Jill and watched a movie for my government class.

Now, I'm settled in my warm bed listening to the voicemails I missed, reading facebook messages from those I love and those I never talk to, and thinking about how blessed I am.

Sometimes I wonder how I got such great friends.  I got a letter from the missionary yesterday.  He seems to always know just what to say, and I'm so grateful for that.  And today, my best friend left me the sweetest note.  Actually, like four of them.  That's how great she is.

It was a different day, compared to past birthdays, but I guess that's part of growing up.  Different isn't bad though--I'm pretty sure all those things above made the best birthday gifts ever.

Also, I always think about my mom a lot on my birthday.  It's kind of a huge day for her too, obviously.  So, thanks Mom, for being in pain 19 years ago, just for me.