Then I got to talk to Parents.
And Sister-Amy again.
After two hours of birthday-skyping, I crawled into bed with a sleeping Bailey. It took me a while to fall asleep... too much birthday-excitement. Then I heard Denise whispering, "Bailey, do you want to wake Jo up and tell her Happy Birthday and that she needs to be ready at 9:30?" Forty-five minutes later, the doorbell rang. It was Juli and Ashlyn and Merschon and Dublin-Amy. We went to Malahide for birthday-breakfast. I had french toast. And a really good latte.
In the afternoon, Denise and I did some successful shopping... complete with crazy Christmas traffic.
Everyone came over to the Karnes for birthday-dinner... Mexican food. Go figure. And birthday-cake... Merschon's delicious cherry-chocolate-cumbly-awesomeness. And birthday-presents.
After all the birthday-partying was over, I curled up to read the perfect birthday-book... the 3rd Hunger Games (which I'd been saving for almost 2 months). It was totally worth the wait. I couldn't put it down. The heart-wrenching plot was the perfect thing to drown out my end-of-birthday-blues.
Sometime during my five hours of reading, Parents and Sister-Amy celebrated at my most favorite restaurant in Dallas... Chitos. Amy had birthday-quesadillas. Since I wasn't there to share, she had to eat them all by herself. Good job, Amos.
I forced myself to put down the Hunger Games at 3am. It was way-past time to say goodnight to my birthday. I fumbled around the dark and found my spot next to Bailey. She rolled over in her sleep and gave me one last birthday-hug. I smiled. It was a good day.