sucker-punched

Today's my birthday. I have to admit, it started off as what could very possibly be the best one yet. Last night, I had Mexican with M, N, A, and RA... It was lots of fun, laughter, yummy food, and 2 for 1 margaritas. I didn't even mind when they LOUDLY sang happy birthday to me (twice, I might add) and smeared whipped cream on my face. After all, that is the custom at Mexican restaurants, and we did it to RA last time even though it wasn't her birthday. That was a fun night too. :) Coming home from that fabulously fun night out, I talked to B on the phone for ONE WHOLE HOUR! That's a pretty big deal for us, and it alone probably could have made my week.

This morning, I woke up in a good mood (which was a first in like 2 weeks), and of course Momma had strawberry muffins made. It's part of our tradition, along with dinner out. Tonight it's Bonefish Grill. I've never been there, but I've heard it's amazing. It was a great morning. So great, in fact, that I didn't even mind being at school at 8 AM for histo lecture. And THAT, if you don't know me, is a very big deal. Histo sucks. Fortunately, and another plus in my "happy birthday to me" column, today is the very last histo lecture/lab ever in the history of ever for me! All in all, as you might can tell, it's been a wonderful birthday so far.

Of course, it nevers fails that with some happiness there has to be a shadow of sadness as well. I learned this morning that a friend of mine from high school lost her boyfriend in a tragic accident. This news hit me like a sucker-punch... A shock back to reality on a day that I had been floating on cloud nine. It's always hard to lose someone, but especially someone so young and so suddenly. Please pray for comfort, solace, and healing for his family, Kristy, and their little baby girl during this hard time.