Family

I'm a family type of person. Once Family, Always Family is my belief. I always thought that immediate family was the only family I'd ever have. Of course in middle school/high school I had friends who I considered close enough to be family. While I still kind of feel that way. In a way it's a more distant type of feeling since I don't really talk to anybody anymore. To me family is something definite and something that I can always fall back to and count on. I never thought I'd think of family as somebody outside my own bloodline. Then I met these people.


I know it's not a picture with everybody in it. But these are the ones I count as family. They're the ones who I know will always have my back no matter what.
Let me clarify why I am making this particular post right now (other then I'm also procrastinating)
Today is my 21st birthday. I don't have good birthdays. To be fair, I had good birthdays when I was younger. My parents always went all out to give me all the parties and everything. But since I hit high school (or even probably started in middle school) and on the way to college, I don't have good birthdays. Especially since now my birthday happens to fall during finals and I always happen to have a final on my birthday (this year I'm extra lucky and I get TWO finals on my birthday). Anyways, my point is that I don't have good birthdays. It was just never my thing. I love to celebrate other people's days and I love to be able to get them something that's meaningful or just something that might be silly that has a hidden meaning behind it. But celebrating my own? I was just never up for it.
Today at 12:00 AM. There was a knock on my door and my roommate opened it to reveal the ones in the picture above. While I may have reacted in a way that might not have shown how truly thankful I am (I'm really sorry...but really...none of you were on facebook so I figured something was up), I am. I've never ever had people surprise me on my birthday. Also never have I really ever had someone call or even text me at the exact time of 12:00 to wish me a happy birthday. Just remembering back to early this morning and seeing the door open to reveal a hallway of people made me so unbelievably happy and to feel so incredibly loved. They also had their own finals to study for, some who even had one at 8:00 AM this morning, but they still came to help me celebrate and even brought me a cake and a little stuffed bear (which I'm going to treasure forever. seriously. Come find me when I'm 50 and I'll bet you I'll still have it).
My point is, I love these people. While I know it's not as big as a deal to some people to have people surprise them on their birthday, it's a pretty big deal to me especially since I've never really had any good ones for a very long time. I may have two finals today and another tomorrow which means that I'm going to be "studying" all day and doing absolutely nothing else, but this day has been made so meaningful for me. Not because I'm turning 21 (and can now legally drink...I don't even drink that much, but hey, a milestone is a milestone), but because they were here to celebrate it for me and to wish me a good day.


I'd especially like to thank these people. I'm not a wild person. But they've gotten me to try new things (such as clubbing...it was fun :) ) and I'm in a state where even if something embarrassing happens of I have a TMI moment (which right now could be considered TMI since I just said it) I don't particularly care because they are family. I don't care that we're not truly related. To me we are. I'll always have their backs and be their for them and I know that they feel the same way (you better). These are the ones who I love deep down and who I can honestly call the loves of my life.
Thank you so much for today. I love you guys so much more then you will ever possibly know.