15!

I'm fiffteen now, I'm fiffteen now, I'm fiffteen noooow! Turning fiffteen is a big deal for my family. We ususualy would have what is called a 'quinceanera'. I probably spelled that wrong, especialy since the 'n' doesn't have the squiggly line on top. So! A quinceanera is a very traditional thing. It's basicaly a ceremony to present the girl to God and the community as she becomes a lady. It would be celebrated at church, one would walk inside with flats and come out in heels, something about earings and a bible, the father would have the first dance, etc. Very traditional. See, my mother and I didn't really want that, so we were just going to rent a hall, dress up all fancy, have a great time, say nice speeches, etc. Which would be awesome. And then Life stood up and said 'To hell with your birthday party!'. So we couldn't have it. But that's quite alright! Because I got to go and hangout with my friends, and we watched Mr. Peabody and Sherman, and we had Coldstone ice cream, and other-stuff-that-I-already-forgot-but-I-know-was-pretty-fun. I had a great time. So...Basicaly, this post isn't only about me turning fiffteen  (though that's a big part of it). The very deep-deep-super-deeper meaning would be to count your blessings, and enjoy life as much as you can. Plans don't always work out. Learn to live and make the best of it :). Yes, that's the moral of the day!