I want a parade…
That's right- you heard me, I want parade. My good friend Donna told me that once when it was a friend’s birthday, her family had a parade for her. Now I don’t know all the details but I am sure there were people, maybe signs, and maybe songs.
I want a parade for my birthday not because I deserve it or because I am better than anyone else. I would love to think that someone thinks I'm that extraordinary. I would love to know that someone thinks I am so special that they would spend time together and do that for me.
I want to be a person that can make a difference in somebody's life. I want to feel like I can’t be replaced and that I'm everything to someone or somebody. I want to feel that I’d be terribly missed (if I decide to run away with my beads, my books, and my dog). I want to be that person. I want a parade.