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.