Mush-fest

Because it's my birthday, and because I'm an old lady now, and because I've had a few margaritas, I'm going to write a mushy blog and you'll just have to deal with it.

Here is what I'm thinking about right now...

When I got to this planet, after I was born, I was sort of alone for a little while. After the hospital I went to the Cradle for a month where I didn't have an identity, or a family, or anything permanent that was mine...including a name. (I was "Baby Stephanie" during my stay there). What I did have was the potential of becoming so many different people. I ended up in the family I have for many reasons...one of them being that my eyes were so big they wanted me to be with my dad, who was an opthamologist just in case there was a problem. But if John and Jane Doe had been next on the list instead of my parents...then Brooke Allen wouldn't have existed at all. I would have been, like, Cindy Doe..and that's worse than "Baby Stephanie". And so, after getting through 26...which was honestly a pretty tough and shitty year in a lot of ways...27 has started off pretty well. Somewhere between dinner and the impromptu return to Sidetrax tonight I became suddenly and jarringly aware of how cool my friends are. I thought about how, to have a lot of friends that can make you laugh as hard as my friends make me laugh or confide in me the way they do or who have seen the worst sides of me but continue to hang out with me...this is a huge success. I realized that not everyone must have that in their lives...that I've taken it for granted and that I havn't given myself enough credit for being wise enough to have surrounded myself with the best people there are. And on my birthday, to have phone calls from friends I havn't seen in ten years, friends I see every day, friends from grade school-highschool-college-here-there or wherever, sisters and brothers I grew up with, sisters I've only just met, my mom who I love the most, my stepmom who said "It's your birthday, look down at your feet and make sure that you're not wearing sensible shoes", my birthparents who I can now talk to on my birthday instead of just wonder about, and even to have little (big) Lucy curl up next to me right now and watch the clock turn to 11:52pm...as I do every year....it all just makes me feel very grateful that everything is what it is.

There, that's all...no more margarita mushies on the blog!

Happy Birthday!