#turned 25

[godoffear]

Best time for a birthday:)

[rheeinbflat]

friends came from out of state for my birthday it was so fun :333

pics of me and my week long birthday celebration <3

[sunshines-through]

Hello 25 👋🏻

[dynamitem]

It officially my Birthday, aaaayyyyyy

[enceladanoceans]

Birth

Birth

[cremedelabrulee]

IIIIIIIT'S MY BIRTHDAY AND I AIN'T GONNA PICK UP THE PHONE!!!!

[devilhuntr]

gently slides my discord onto the dash ( makenzaaay ) and will reblog memes juuuuust to get icebreakers and stuff and then i game c: mwah

[marvellove]

My open letter to 25.

Here I sit, big belly, in the dark with the light of my laptop blinding me. This past Saturday, I turned 25. The weeks before my birthday, my boyfriend, my sister and two close friends asked me what am I going to do for such a milestone. Honestly, I told them that I did not want to celebrate, maybe food. I have so much reasons to be joyous I thought further and decided to spend the time/ weekend with the people that didn’t give up on me. My life is not the most beautiful story but it is not the worst. These past 25 years has been a time of rib hurting laughter, ridiculously stupid mistakes and lessons. My journey is one that clearly only I can walk and I would have never been able to do without God. I would have never been able to open up the way I do without him or deal with the pain without him and his grace.

My dear friend @pinkconcreterose asked me to give a speech about my 25 years on this planet during my birthday dinner and I kept it short and sweet. I rose my glass and said here’s to 25. I was never good at speeches but I said that my life has been full of experiences. I am glad that my prayers are turning into blessings. I don’t think anyone on this planet knows the depth to that statement when I say it. My prayers are turning into blessings.

Life for me, has not been a cake walk and trust me I still have many obstacles that are in front of me. I still am dealing with broken heart after broken heart. I am dealing with family issues. I am dealing. I am trusting. I am letting go.

I am 25 and Haitian. My family background is something that I really keep private because like they say, it’s family business... But I will say this, it is hard. It is hard to say you love the people that have the keys to unlock the boxes of hurt and the boxes of pain. It is hard to say you love the people that can bring your insecurities to the front of the conversation and point and laugh. It is hard to say you love the people that can physically hurt you and hug you the next day. It is hard. They are my family. THEY ARE MY FAMILY. Forget about me I love you. Type of family. Now, it has not only been tears of sadness but plenty of times were/are tears of joy.My family is my rock. We sat during thanksgiving dinner retelling stories and when I say I laughed to the point of tears would be an understatement. It’s family. It’s just family business. 25 years with my family cannot be described with one word or one phrase or even broken down into this paragraph... It’s family business... I love them beyond words written or read.

I am 25 and socially awkward.I walk into a room and trust me for these 25 years the nervousness and boldness was/is not there... I am truly a shy girl. Please do not believe the friends I have that say I am not, I AM SHY. I never really know what to say and pretty much at a lost of words at times. My track history with  friend groups is slim to none and I pretty much taught myself these past couple of years that you are not someone else opinion. These past 25 years, I have been picked on, back-stabbed, cursed out, talked about, laughed at, called names and etc. But I have also been admired, loved, spoken with high regard, celebrated and did I say loved. But, I am not the words that come out of anyone’s mouth unless it is my creator. The Lord my God!

I am 25 and true to self. I wanted to add this honest moment to my open letter because this is one of the things that still hits a soft spot in my heart. It is one thing to lose a friend through death. That person is in a better place, it was their time and I can still connect with that person on a deeper level. The death in my book is not the end. That person’s life will always be thought about and celebrated... It is something else when you chose to let go of a person that has seen you through so many milestones in your life. Seen you happy and sad. Seen you! Like actually seen you and watched your story. It hurts. 25 years of friendships growing and some being put on pause...

25 years.

I have learned some stuff!

I am 25 and I am a hopeless romantic. I meet my boyfriend I want to say at the age of 8 or maybe 9, church. He was just a little petite kid that had a funny voice. He stayed close to his parents but I watched him grow. I watched him not only grow but we had our early childhood “relationship”. It was the “ok I like you, now we go out” type of relationship. As all the stories, it didn’t last. We were young and dumb. He lived and so did I. Time flies and here we are together again and we always remained friends. He was there for me and I was there for him... He is the perfect rhyme to a tight beat. He was/is my Brownsuga. I love him dearly. He is my best friend. I can talk to him about anything and everything. And just to add another “title” he is the father to my son. I look at him with such high honor and he will always have my respect and love. I am his rib.

I am 25 and expecting!