the one with reflection as i leave the 'teens' behind

I used to think birthdays were all about me

just me, it was my day

but they aren't

they are about the ones i love

the ones that love me

like my mom, who 

somehow was okay with carrying me all summer

my dad who changed all those 

'crappy' diapers

my grandparents who fawned over me

[i must admit i was a precious kid]

and my aunts and uncles

who love me even though i'm crazy sometimes

and my cousins who love me

because i am crazy

then there are friends

who are friends for reasons 

i can't even begin to fathom