Sunday, April 3


Well, it's official. I am 25. My birthday wasn't too bad. We went to the aquarium, my favorite Italian restaurant and then I went out with the girls.

I did not hear from T, H or B. No happy birthday, no card, no nothing. I suppose I should get used to this, but it hurt. Of course, this is the first time I have had to myself since the day before my birthday, so now I get to think about it. Everyone asked what I wanted for my birthday and I couldn't tell them the truth -- a picture, a card, a word from B.

</3 I did buy myself plane tickets to Birthmom Day in Charlotte for my birthday, so there is that.

With Love Always


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