I Don't Like Birthday Parties

I think my heart might spill over.

The days like this are the ones where I want to sit on top of a billowing building and yell

"HASHTAG BLESSED!" until I run out of air to yell with.

and I wouldn't even care if people thought I was weird. (not that I ever have)

And I know I'm selfish. Because I want to collect all of these people and places and words in my heart and not share them and just go on feeling full forever and ever. 

But I guess I'll share them. 

Because everybody should get to feel like this.

Everybody should get jitters in their fingers that make it hard to type.

They should have a stamp on their hand that says "Received July 03 P.M"

They should drink all of their nasty cucumber water.

They should get to dance at 6:00 in the morning.

They should accidentally fall in the toilet, but then laugh for an hour.

They should have little sisters that make up dances for them and 

They should have Mothers who cry at the Cheesecake Factory because they are too old.

They should have a billion birthday wishes and

They should have baby cheeks that smell like Johnson & Johnson to kiss.

They should get free balloons and rainbow suckers.

They should also get a sugar cookie and some cake.

They should get to end it all with some good old Curious George episodes and 

They should get to rip up drivers ed homework and never do it again.

Okay I guess they should probably do the homework. When they have a less tipsy heart.

And they can think a little better. 

And I can't wait to get older.

Because every time I do, 

My body gets a little more graceful,

My mind becomes a little less stupid,

My soul gets a little more grateful,

And my heart gets a whole lot bigger.

The Sky Is Blue and So Are You

I like to have one hour.

One hour a day where I stick my face in the grass and audibly inhale the green goodness.

That's what alive smells like, you know?

I like to lay there and let the sun lick my back while I think.

Because nature is courteous unlike my sisters,

and the trees won't scream at me until I give them the iPad charger.

Instead the trees politely sway side to side like,

"Hey, go ahead. We know this is your thing and you just need a few to feel like a person."

And so I give them a gracious nod as if to communicate,

"Hey thanks trees. Thanks for being so patient and understanding." 

And then me and the trees just have this mutual respect for each other. 

And then sometimes I scrape my knee on the cement by pure coincidence and end up laying across the sidewalk hugging the rosy patch tight to my chest.

I like to just fall asleep there.

With the wind gently brushing my arm and whispering sweet nothings.

Until the little caesars lady from up the street kicks me and her mean dog growls and I stand up and stalk away like I am angry with her (which I kind of am) (mostly because she owns little caesars and has never brought me a free pizza)

And when it rains it courses through me.

Then I am the thunder as I dance aimlessly through the back yard, soaking my taylor swift t-shirt. 

And then I slide across the grass on my knees.

And my mother is going to kill me but I do not care because I am the thunder and I have no time to worry about grass stains. 

So instead I turn it into an air guitar solo and I am on a stage and I do not care that my neighbors are on their porch watching me.

Because it is my hour.

And I like to have one hour.