This is me. I want to say in the first grade. Ish.It's definitely pre-second grade, which was when my teeth and face and hair took a nasty turn for the worst.Some of your birthdays have not been "the best." (see 17th birthday: having strep throat, a sinus infection, pink eye, and the flu). And even though my license still says, "under 21," I turned 25 this year. And it was the best. birthday. ever. (way better than 18th birthday: when they admitted Dad to the hospital for emergency surgery).
- I woke up and had presents to open from my grandparents, first thing. Then Mom sent pictures from my (incredibly awkward) childhood. Then a surprise breakfast run. And Dad wrote me a story. And I got to video chat with my family. I love those guys.
- And then.
- As luck would have it, my birthday fell on a Tuesday. I love Taco Tuesday. Ninety-three percent of the time, Taco Tuesday is the greatest holiday of the week. And rather than just go to one taqueria, Chris took me on a taco tour. We had chicken and pork and fish and steak and red sauce and green sauce and horchata and coke and we walked from taco trucks to restaurants to taquerias. and I was so happy.
- And when I came home and my roommates had left out three slices of cake and candles for me, which we shared for breakfast the next day.
- girl with all her grown up teeth (btw, getting my wisdom tooth taken out in a couple weeks... yikes.)