Here it is folks, the post you've all been waiting for [and if you haven't been waiting, this is super awk and well here it is anyway lol]. Ever since I can remember birthdays have been such a big deal to me. like a really big deal. From my 4th birthday party at Chick-Fil-A to my Sweet 16 with a special appearance from Justin Bieber (okay yes it was a cardboard cutout, but its basically the same thing)

This year I was blessed to be surrounded by some of the people that I actually consider my friends. *queues "Fake Love" by Drake* (lol jk jk no shade intended, its just hard to find those real ones, and I'm beyond lucky to have them). There was something beautiful about being surrounded by people I love and genuinely care about. Not even kidding, words legit cannot express how happy and blessed I felt. It was the best birthweek ever and most fun I never want to have again... I think I'll stick with birthweekends from now on.

During my birthweek (lol I can't take myself seriously when I say that) I realized something really important. I always thought that the more people around to celebrate, the more fun the celebration, but I found this year that's not really even true. As ironic as this may sound, that's when you tend to feel the loneliest. Yes, you're surrounded by so many people, but how much do those relationships ACTUALLY mean? Do these people even really know me or really even care about me or are they just space fillers? I guess you really do get wiser as you get older.

So what did I do? I had an intimate brunch with some of my closest gal pals and it was the best decision I've ever made. We ate (after pics were taken of course), talked, and made flower crowns (then took more pics) and I couldn't be more blessed to have celebrated 21 years of life with any other group of people.

XX,

DEMI B

Side Note: In planning this brunch, a lot of meetings and Pinterest boards were made, but I'd say it's very worth it. ;) If you have any questions you can email me or comment below. <3