Sweet Sixteens?

So today
was my birthday.

I've lived fifteen years of
good life, and now
I have a sixteenth one to go for.

Yes, I'm sixteen years old now.

But to be honest, sixteen is an
overrated age
that many people seem to
die for.

Secretly, yesterday at church
I was hoping someone would
jump out
and cake me in the face
and scream happy birthday all over
but it didn't happen.

Which is OKAY!
But i was hoping i'd get that treatment
i mean, who wouldn't want it?

Today at school, i was sort of expecting the same thing.

I walk in, my locker is all decorated,
everyone just crowds around me to try to hug me
and stuff like that.

But that's just going a bit too far
into my imagination
and into what i want.

A birthday is a birthday.
It's not only about people celebrating
my birth.

It's also about me giving thanks to God
and my parents
for even creating.

Poor mom.
She must've been thinking
"Thank God I got that thing out of me."

Haha.

It's good to know that when i was born
the whole room was joyful
because my parents always wanted a boy
after having two daughters.
It's hard to admit
but I think I'm a miracle?

Above all I'm a child of God.
That's more than enough
to get me through whatever
I need to get through.

Thank you all
family
friends
for your wishes.
It means the world to me,
and then some.
Thank you so much!