In my dreams as a very little girl, I awake to a birthday morning in a room streaming in fluffy pink ribbons and balloons of pink hearts all around me, awaiting a kitchen filled with presents enwrapped in pink and a delicious cake of the same shade. I awake this morning to my dream.
I am officially 21. Joy, gratitude, and contentment fill every part of my soul. This has been a transformative and beautiful year, and the magic of this day is something I have not felt since I turned 16.
And now to make my cake.