The Big One-Nine

Well. Today was my birthday. I turned 19 years old. Another year has come and gone. I had a pretty good day. A million people wished me happy birthday which just made me feel loved and very blessed to have all these people in my life. Someone made biscuits and gravy for me, finally. I've been asking them to make me this for about 5 years now. My family had a cookout and the other half of the family (my aunt, uncle, and cousins) came over for it. We ate and just enjoyed each others company for a while. I went to a service at my high school for this year's graduating class. It wasn't the actual graduation but something like a church service. I saw some friends and former teachers that once again wished me happy birthday and made me feel loved. It also reminded me of how much I ran that school while I was there. I still bleed maroon and gray, just with orange and white mixed in now. To top off my birthday, I got a call from my favorite little buddy. He turned 5 yesterday and just wanted to call and tell me happy birthday. It was a great ending to my birthday.