I can't remember the last time I spent a birthday without friends. I think it might have been my 18th birthday. Anyway, I spent my 23rd birthday without my friends. Just David. But the time I spent with David was so wonderful, I didn't notice the lack of friends. It's not that I don't miss them, nor is it that I would rather spend the day with only David. It's just that, since moving here, I've gotten used to not having my friends around. So spending my birthday without them was like any day in the past 3.5 months. I used to see Lilian and Tiffany every day, and I had to quickly adjust to a life without them in medical school. It was difficult at first. I did feel lonely at school with a class of 93 students, but no one to really call my friend. Like all good things, it took time. I have now found a handful of people I really click with and can share things with. I actually like that it's only a handful, because I'm a firm believer in quality over quantity when it comes to friendships. I can definitely call them my friends, but they're not my best friends.

Best friends are people you can text random things to for no reason. Best friends know your past and understand where you come from. Best friends stay your best friends no matter where life takes either of you. Just friends don't meet any of that criteria. Not in my life anyway.

I actually didn't even mean to delve into this right now! I meant to blog about my birthday with David. I had an epiphany this past week. It really was a lightbulb moment. Where I suddenly confirmed, "Yes, I want to marry him." He was resting his head on my abdomen and talking to our unborn children. He said, "Hi, it's daddy."

Provided that David and I stay the people we are, I predict that our marriage would be a happy one. One with communication, respect, appreciation, fun, support, and love of course. I've had this prediction for a long time now, but was always a tad hesitant to confirm with myself that I want to marry him. There were several reasons for hesitation, some of which I don't even know. But the idea of a legal commitment intimidated me at the age of 22. And isn't it funny that soon after turning 23, I'm not intimidated anymore?

So even without my friends, my birthday was so wonderful because I spent it with him. He treats me well everyday. But he made it a point to make me feel extra-happy and extra-special on my day.

Disclaimer: I am not engaged. I want to marry him in my heart, but we cannot afford a ring yet.

I just realized blogger doesn't let me post pictures!!!!!! What kind of blasphemy is this?!?!!?!