who knows your birthday

birthdays are not all about the material things, but let's face it, when it come to holidays and present-getting, birthdays come in right around christmas. way better if you're not a november or december baby and people send you one slightly larger gift and think it counts as two.

thanks to all my loved ones for making me feel like my birthday was a major holiday, that it was ok to request off work, for going to ten different plant stores to find me a donkey tail burrito succulent, for a book with a washable cover since i spill all the time, for mistakenly thinking my birthday was three days later than it is while simultaneously thinking the post office was slower than it actually was which caused my package to arrive on the exact right day, for russian tea cookies and bunt-ish cakes, for little plots of land in mason jars, for everything. how lucky we are. happy birthday to everybody!