Turning 23, Moving Forward

On March 26th, it was my birthday. I turned 23. That saturday I had probably the best birthday ever.

My mother threw a birthday dinner for me. So, after work I went over to my boyfriend's place where we left for Granby. It was just so excellent. My mother, my sister and her husband, my flatmate, my boyfriend and my dear friends Marie and Martin were there. Like a reunion of all the very important people in my life, the ones I truly cherish. During the dinner we were chatting and laughing. At one point, I looked across the table and felt such a peculiar tingle in my stomach. I thought: "this has to be happiness". I am certain it is.