It’s one thing for people to love you.

It’s another thing when they love you well.

They do an exceptional job at it. And those people are my family and friends.

This weekend, I touted, would be a relax-a-thon.

Wash my hair, paint my nails, and half clean my apartment.

Chill zone.

Then somehow it turned into my near heart attack inducing, hyperventilating causing, 90s themed surprise birthday party.

I died, was resurrected to take part in the party, and have since been in a daze of gratitude.

I looked around the room at all the people who I thought couldn’t make it to the tiny dinner party I had planned for that same evening.

I watched a video of birthday messages that had me literally ugly crying/weeping for about 5 minutes straight.

I danced and ate and performed Mariah Carey’s “We Belong Together.”

I had a complete blast.

Some of my friends, one in particular, experienced the full wrath of declining my dinner party invitation. I went off to put it mildly. (Still sorry and very much ashamed!)

At this party, I felt the strong, deep love of my friends and my family.

To say I’m appreciative and grateful could never be enough.

I’m used to losing sleep due to fears or worries. The past two nights I’ve lost sleep due to reliving cherished moments and being overwhelmed by being loved well.

That’s a new phenomenon, but a welcomed one.

So, to all my friends and family, deep from the bottom of my being, thank you for your presence, texts, videos, thoughts, fb posts, calls, prayers, ig pics, and good vibes.

I love you. And I hope I can love you as well as you’ve loved me.

Cheers to you for riding out these 26 years with me!

Love,
Amber

P.s As you can tell, I was so excited for that inflatable chair. I used to have a full living room set back in the day.