When I was younger, I remember looking forward to my birthday because it was a day all about me. From the presents and cake that awaited me after I ate the dinner of my choice, to celebrating with my friends, I was a princess. Sixteen birthday celebrations later, I still love cake; however, I have learned my birthday is much more than just the material gifts and special attention.
This year, I sit at dinner and look around the table at all my friends and family. My sassy seven-year-old sister, Isabel, sits at the head of the table, trying to suck up as much attention as her audience can give, making all my friends laugh. "She's funny now, but wait until you're with her for more than an hour," my mom jokes. I look at my baby sis and a smile spreads across my face.
My dad tells embarrassing stories of my childhood, and my mom shakes her head, reminiscing the "days when they actually found me cute." Like the time I cried watching Happy Feet, and was asked to leave the movie theater. Or those days I went to Nana's house for a tea party, and insisted we set place mats for all my invisible friends. Tears roll down our checks and laughter fills the room.
So here I am, on my sixteenth birthday, not thinking about the presents I hope to receive. Instead, I think of all the gifts that surround me. How lucky I am to have my crazy little sister and brothers to keep me smiling; my parents, who not only provide for me, but also serve as my role models; and my friends, who ensure I am never alone. Sixteen has opened my eyes, and made me thankful for all the people who have stayed by my side. And what more could a girl ask for?
