21. The age everyone cannot wait to reach. That first legal drink of alcohol that excites everyone’s soul. To be honest, I am not one of these people (plot twist). I am not a big fan of alcohol, quite frankly I hate the taste and the way it makes me feel. All I asked for my birthday was a massage, that is all I wanted, nursing school killed me this semester and I just really wanted to relax. Not only did my mother give me this as a present, I am lucky enough to have a mother who made an entire spa day out of it. My mother is the most generous person you will ever meet, I love her dearly, she does not even know. She created my 21st birthday to be the absolutely perfect day for me. I am not a fan of big parties or going out, so what did she do? She booked herself, my sister, and I a massage and pedicures. Not only did we just do this we then went out to dinner with my Aunt’s. It was such a fantastic birthday because I got to spend it with people I love. Not only did I get to have a massage and a pedicure, but I got to stay the night in my Aunt’s beyond beautiful lake house. It was so serene to wake up on the lake after fresh snow has just fallen. It was the perfect little get away (thank you so much Auntie Jody and Uncle Steve, I love you both). I am beyond grateful for this birthday celebration, it was the perfect time and I made so many fond memories that I will cherish forever. So thank you mom, dad, ally, andrew, auntie jody, and auntie mary for all being a part of my life and my birthday. I am so lucky to have people like you in my life. Mom and Dad, I will never know how to thank you for everything you have done for me over these last 21 years. All I can say is I love you with all my heart and I could not be prouder and more thankful to be one of your children. I am the luckiest girl on the planet. 21 should be a great year.



My beautiful mother


My generous and fun Aunt


My beautiful little sister

Forever thankful. Don’t wish your years away, they go too fast.




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