I love birthday's. I think majority of it is because it's the day that my friends were born and my life got that much better. On Monday, I had a 1st birthday. My first ever "adult" birthday party. And by adult, I mean a grown-up, sit at the table, laugh, talk, and enjoying all the best breakfast items a person could imagine. It was one of the best birthday's that I had and it wasn't even mine. It was for a new friend, Melissa, who I met a few month's ago, when I moved to Lomita, (blog that soon!). When I walked into the house and saw that the table was only set for 4 people, my heart started to race a little. "Great, I'm not going to know anyone here". And it was true. I only knew the birthday girl, Melissa. But when Erin and Helen walked in the door, I felt an instant connection. As we sat at the table, set with the most beautiful dishes and centerpiece, I sat back and took it all in. For the first time in my 29 years, I felt like an adult. Usually the birthday party's I'm invited too are for kids, which is appropriate since I'm a Children's Pastor, or they are for my younger friends who's idea of a party is drinking as much as they can and making me uncomfortable. So there I was, talking to Helen about her first time mommy hood, and Erin busy with her daughter's ballet performance in the Nutcracker, I begin to smile. This is what I have wanted my entire life. A friend who I can be an adult with, who I can have grown-up conversations with, and turn off my 'Pastor mode' and just be Rachel. It's been two days and I am still in 'birthday heaven'. I am excited for November 21, 2012 so we can do it all over again!!
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