This day marks the nineteenth year of my existence. I was woken by the aroma of bacon and toasted bread. It turned out Cirdu had cooked us a lovely breakfast to mark the occasion. I have received no gift from him yet, but I suspect he is waiting for the right moment. Even if he did not gift me anything, I would be content. I am so happy with him, and hopefully he with me. I love him so.
I always ponder on my birthday, about the past and what is to come. My mind ever lingers to my parents, whom I love so deeply more than anything. I am so, so happy they are now wedded and happy. It is about time they found their love for one another again.
Though, I am concerned for my uncle. I have heard naught from him in weeks. Has what father said come true? Has he just upped and left, disappeared into the shadows without a word? Father warned me he may do this. I certainly hope he has not; for he now has a niece that cares for him, despite him being a nuisance at the best of times.
My thoughts are on family and the family that is yet to arrive. My little one will be arriving in just three months. All seems to be well, according to the healer. I certainly hope they are right.
Now is not the time to worry, however. I have errands to run and a letter to write. Life goes on, even when one turns a year older.
