Dear Mother Nature,
I've loved having chilly weather for my birthday all my life. I mean, it's been the perfect combination of cold enough to wear a cozy jacket, but not cold enough to warrant the full ensemble. I can celebrate homecoming with my friends with a bonfire and cookout while stomping on the pretty leaves that have fallen. My birthdays have been chilly and spectacular.
This birthday is no exception.
I don't know what you have against me turning 19 or going to college in Virginia, but I would appreciate putting our differences aside as a birthday gift to me. You see, Mother Nature, I've been kind of spoiled having fall weather on my birthday. It's been that way for 18 years, and there's no need to switch it up now. Fall gives me the perfect excuse to look comfy-cute on my birthday...if only it were cold enough to.
Don't get me wrong. I love spring and summer, I do, but they have just been dragging on and on and on. It's been above 55 degrees since March, and I would love to move along, please. Think of Ecclesiastes 3: "To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven." The season is autumn. The time is October. It is fall.
I don't understand your grudge against fall, Mother Nature. I mean, there are so many wonderful things that make fall the best season! Can't you just hurry up and make it happen?
That's all I want for my birthday. You only turn 19 once, and I'd rather not spend that precious day drenched in sweat because it is 90 degrees. Do you know what the forecast is supposed to be for my birthday? 80 degrees. In November. Unacceptable. I should not be able to wear a tank top and shorts 11 days after the official start of fall. I know we're in the South, but we've gotten cold before! It should be colder here in Virginia, as opposed to my native North Carolina. Virginia is practically in the North, so can't we get the cold weather?
Before you say something about it not being the right time, I will have to remind you that it snowed in Virginia in March. March. The month that spring begins!
As the song goes, "I won't ask for much this Christmas / I won't even wish for snow / I'm just gonna keep on waiting / Underneath the mistletoe." However, tweak a few phrases, and you have my birthday wish:
"I won't ask for much this birthday / I won't even wish for gifts / I'm just gonna keep on waiting / Under my flannels till the heatwave lifts."
I am drowning in both my sweaters and my denial that it is 75 degrees outside.
It's November. All I want for my birthday is fall weather.
