brandylyn_kay

twenty three is going to be a great year

i can tell

friday evening i clambered into my best friend's hot little car to find roses, a card and a tiara made of blinking LED lights. oh joy :}

we met up with jeremiah and marshall at the sports bar and i proceeded to see if i could possibly get alcohol poisoning, which apparently i can't. despite what seems to have been my best effort - with 16 shots, six beers and vanilla vodka burning a hole in my liver.

as embarrassed as i am now, i can't overlook the fact that i had a table full of people there to take care of me. and that means alot. i mean ... i'm pretty sure i was ungodly and ridiculous not long after eleven oclock, and they still love me. my heart is just full with how happy i am there were people to celebrate with and to laugh off my embarrassing moments

the next day (sat which was my actual birthday) found me shrugging off a hangover from hell to meet my coworkers at chili's for lunch. how very grown up i felt having a lunch with my department. we're a tight little bunch in IMS and i love it, adore them

i had to work for a tid bit after that, but nothing terrible ... an hour or two to 'roll' the college games.

then back home o my wonderful boys whom i live for. michael surprised me with a shopping spree for new clothes since i've lost some weight and nothing fits, and then we three had chocolate cake in the warm and lavender scented house.

i had a great birthday, with great people to celebrate with.

i'm a very lucky girl and i'm looking forward to the year ahead.

best birthday ever :]
 

as i watched him murder the cake and NOM it all down, i got those floaty motherly feelings that so often elude me. 

normally i treat leighton more like a sibling than my own flesh and blood child - we roll around and play like WWE fans, we tickle fight and argue ... but on days like this i just am overcome by how blessed i am

he really is a remarkable and beautiful child

he helps to pick out his own clothes, which usually entail tiny jeans and a funny tee shirt. (the 'i still live with my parents' is a personal favorite)

he is adamant about not being ready to tackle the potty training issue just yet

he sings in the car. loudly

he loves to hold hands while walking

he would rather sleep on the floor beside his bed than actually on it ... but that's a huge graduation from the week he slept under it. (i swear to you, i thought he'd been kidnapped and my heart stopped)

his favorite game is itsy bisty spider, and in fact he can NEARLY do all the hand motions in time

he gives kisses willingly and in great numbers

and 

he absolutely loves violence on TV. really, he lives for it. the moment something falls or a face is punched he literally shouts with delight

he is most wonderful

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from my pure amazement and wonder towards him, my thought track wavered to what brought us this far

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