Another year has gone by, WOW! I am already 21!!! Geez...como o tempo passa rapido!This week I started to go back a few years ago and remember all my old birthdays and I couldn't help but think about my 16th Birthday in specific; and then I thought I'd share it with you - all my blog readers - as well.
Well, I was living in Joao Pessoa (all by myself in the big hard world for the very 1st time, hah!) and something that I remember very clearly is that I wanted LOTS of presents, kkk
The missionary house I was staying at that time focused on helping drug addicts get rid of their addiction and at that time we had three young men staying going through the process of getting completely clean. That morning one of the boys, Thiago, came to wake me up because I was on breakfast. When I opened my eyes I saw this big poster that Joana (a spunky, beautiful 15 year old which was my best friend at the house) had made for me. It was hung on the wall and there was my present wrapped up: a few panties...boo hoo...really NOT what I was wanting personally!!!
Anyways, life kept on... I went out with David and he got me some ice-cream as my B-Day present. Overly speaking the day went well without too much "ado". As it happens in all of my B-days, I worked, worked and worked some more but I didn't care as by this time I was more than used to the routine and it wasn't like I was expecting to stay home all day, under my covers or just lazing around. heh, I wish!!!
When I arrived home about 7:00 pm Vitoria was making her famous pizza and everyone was pretty much helping her out. Her daughter Brisa was making a cake and it was entertaining to see how lost she was (but at least she was trying, hah!). I went inside my room to work on some finances and then took a shower.
After that we all ate pizza and cake and sang "Happy Birthday". Of course we also did our normal "missionary birthday tradition": I would share what I was most thankful for in the year which had just passed and also what were my aspirations in the New Year that was coming ahead. It would then finish with someone saying a short prayer on my behalf.
It was also my first birthday away from my family so my Mom phoned me and I got to talk to my family which was something I was dying to do. Our conversation ended when the phone card finished (yes, they called me from a public phone...)
I was then called into the living room where they told me I'd get a surprise and all the girls sat down on the sofas and shooed the boys away. "I wonder what's coming up!" I thought.
Suddenly one of the boys (I will call him James) appears in the living room shirtless. This song was playing... I can't really remember which one it was right now, but it had something to do with me being beautiful! lol
And so James starts dancing all "sexy" (or shall I say, "wannabe sexy") - and nothing against his dancing, but I personally wasn't a bit turned on with his dancing or thinking it sexy at all (though he definitely was se achandooooo!!!) and I just couldn't stop laughing and cracking up as his dance was so entertaining! Then, do nada, John (which is what I will call the next guy) walks into the living room with only his towel on, his wet hair dripping on the floor from having just left the shower, cocks one eyebrow up and starts doing his own sexy dance - and believe me, his dance WAS SEXY!!! Hahahahaha... and so I enjoyed it and wasn't only humored by it like I was with James dance. Him and James then grabbed me and squished me in the middle of both of them, the girls started screaming and giggling and all the while there I was feeling a bit queasy and uneasy.
So as soon as I got a chance, I run back to my "special seat" and go back to watching the boys dance. And then the inevitable happens (don't even know why I didn't see it coming!): John drops his towel to the floor and leaves the living room running stark naked...don't worry though, it was all so quick that no one got to see anything, heh!
Then all the boys entered the living room with a huge bouquet of red roses in their hands and gave it to me together with a big bear hug - and yes, I felt REALLY special!!!
I especially liked the bouquet. I put it on my bedside table and every morning when I would wake u it would be the first thing that I would see and I would remember how special i was to others and how much others loved me!
I always saw Birthdays as something very important. Not the party or celebration but what it really means - for me it's all about maturing, being able to be more independent but also taking more responsibility and doing more than just what I am asked to do. It's a date in my life when I stop to think about what I want for my life long term speaking. It even gets to be a bit overwhelming by so many things that I know I need to introduce in the new year of my life and the new ways of thinking that I will need to adapt while forgetting about the old ones I got so used to popping into my head. But all in all, the best thing about Birthdays is that it's something new - a new year, another chance and a new start to start all over again!!!
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