I'm 22. Don't mess with me.

If you haven't seen Molly's birthday post for me, you need to go read it. It's incredible. I thought I could do a mean rhyme. She's ridiculously good.

Anyway, today was going to be full of birthday celebration, but it turns out things couldn't be that way. And that's okay. At first I was sad when every one of my friends said they weren't going to be able to make it to my party. Then I realized it's not so bad. It's just another day and it's not like there has been no celebration. Here are a few things that happened just for me:

Molly sent me a package with an incredibly thoughtful and awesome gift.

My parents and sister sent me a great package full of some foods I love and lots of cards.

My grandpa sent a card in that package too.

Molly wrote me a beautiful poem on her blog.

I'm going to breakfast in an hour and a half with a couple of friends.

What more could a man need?

I am just so excited to see Molly and my family again. That will be the best gift of all. I miss them terribly. Winter semester has seemed eternal. I will be happy to be done with finals next week and have a terrific drive home with the woman that I love.

So, Happy Birthday? Ya, very happy.