That's what my 22nd was.
I talked and laughed with my dad on the phone. I hoped/prayed that the sun would come out and it did (thanks God). I went and met my mentor and hung out with her for most of the early afternoon. I got a text around 1:30 that I get every year from my mom and nearly started crying. Went to bible in a year to be greeted by "Happy Birthday!"s, hugs, and a cake. I got back from my 6-9 class and ate cake and opened the packages I got in the mail from my JFilm pals, my parents, and a letter from my grandma. For about 10 minutes I couldn't stop laughing at my JFilm package. (seriously the "Lazy is the new Smart" made it nearly impossible to stop). But then I opened my other two and started crying from missing my grandpa as well with how blessed I felt from the whole day and the people around me. Marie came back and I got a bunch of Starbucks stuff from her with a promise for an "awesome" gift when she found it. And texts and facebook messages throughout the day. That was it.
This weekend the new Narnia movie will be thrown into the mix (and I'm hoping for lights at the zoo too) but I feel so blessed by it all. For some reason going into this week I was really anxious that no one would remember or care and I was pretty sure I didn't want to celebrate it at all. But it happened, birthdays always do, and I cherish this one.