Best Day Ever

Despite living with my mom, I don't actually get to see her that much.  I work weekends, she's usually gone before I leave in the morning, and sometimes I'll go out and come back after she's already gone to bed.  At some point she stopped calling me every time I went out to see if I was ok.  Sometime after that I stopped calling her just to give her updates on where I was even though she had already stopped asking.  At some point, she started treating me like an adult, which still kinda freaks me out.
Me?  Growed up?  Nuh-uh.  Not happening.

Anyway, mom is taking the afternoon off, and we're going to go to Bud the Spud, The Black Market, and then get some tea and a cupcake.

This is pretty much the best thing I could ask for.

I've had a bunch of birthdays (23 of them, actually) but one I remember well is my fifth.  I wanted to go to Bud the Spud, and I wanted to get dangly earrings from The Black Market.

Several years, and many, many pairs of dangly earrings later, I still can't think of anything I want more right now, except maybe some tea.  I didn't really drink much tea when I was five.  If I did, it was mostly milk and sugar. XD

I don't really know what I'm getting at here.  It's my birthday, I'm kind of scared of growing up, and I love my mom.  That's really all I can figure out right now.

Except why do I feel like crying a little bit?  I don't know...

Happy birthday to me.  I love you mom! <3