Well, the birthday came and went.

I am now officially 28. Though for the past 3 months I had already been 28 in my head but noq it is official. The days preceding to it were more fun than the actual day. I had a chance to take my mum out, say goodbye to Kaui and spend some time with my new friend at work, Tsega. The day itself went by without any highs or lows. It kinda loses its thrills as the year goes by. That miraculous thing you long for doesn't automatically materialize on your birthday no matter how many candles and birthday wishes you made before then. It would come sometime after quite unceremoniously. The important thing is that you don't lose your mind, like me when I am getting older....and I didn't, I just eased into it nicely.

When I woke up I put on my Jill Scott and took a shower. My mum came into my room singing birthday songs with my nieces urging to know how old i was. I walked downstairs about an hour later to open my presents. My sister and her husband got me a pair of linen pants and a white shirt which I actually liked. My nieces got me a scented candle and a sweet card on which my little niece scribbled her own interpretation of I LOVE YOU.

On my way to work I stopped by at MCD, and had the deluxe big breakfast, I don't know why it is not one of my favourite breakfast meals, my favourite is at Chick-fil-A which I couldn't get to because I so didn't want to be late for work on that day of all days.

Work was stress-free, thank goodness. Being that it was Nadia and I's birthday, the people at work decided to make a fuss about it, they got us a cake, with Nadia and Anita on it, and sang the birthday song. The cake was heavenly and I felt like a queen for a day. A little later, Tsega walked in and suprised me with a present, I didn't think she would, I thought she would just come by and say Happy bday, but it was sweet and kind of her.

I went home, which was the worst decision I ever made, and invited my family to go out with me, they said NO. They wanted me to save my money. For what I wonder when I turn 29 or what. This day happens once in a year. As they were still debating with the idea of coming along with me and where we could possibly go with the kids, it started to pour. It poured so hard that thunder and lightning accompanied it. I was devastated. I called June, and she wished me a happy birthday just before the phone cut off, and sat in my room for about an hour staring at the wall. I walked downstairs to check my email messages hoping there would be some happy bday cheer from my friends internationally, and there was only one from my brother.

I went back upstairs and shared some alcohol smothies with my family, chatted, laughed and goofed up whilst taking some pictures and retreated to my room to watch the most hilarious MTV movie awards ever.

And that was my day.

I did warn you that it was quite quaint.

They say it's supposed to be good luck when it pours on your birthday. I guess it sorta is, ever since I've known it, it's poured on mine. From my very 1st one, according to my mum, it's poured. Let's just keep our fingers crossed that the blessings of God would pour on this year just as the skies came down on that day.

Amen.