So my 21st birthday was on the 14th of this month, and let me just start out by saying that I have the best friends ever! You should also be aware that I have an almost unhealthy obsession with Colin Firth. Like I would marry him at the drop of a hat, no questions asked. I know that he is thirty years older than me, but that matters not at all to me. Now that you know that, here is the story of my 21st birthday:

I set my alarm for 7:30am so I could shower before my 9:00am class. About three minutes until 7:30 I am woken up by both the Odd kind of American and the Wrong Kind of European putting a piece of paper on me (I am a very light sleeper). It was a picture of Colin Firth in bed with a caption that said “Mmmmmm… (sleepy contented mumble) Oh Krissy, we don’t have to get up yet, do we? I know it’s your birthday, but you’re just so lovable!” Here is a picture (it’s now hangning on my wall by my bed):

So i got up and the Odd kind of American was wearing black pants, a white button up shirt, and a black vest. She looked like a waiter! She informed me that I was to shower and put on a dress. So I showered and put on one of my dresses. I went into my room and she told me not to go into the kitchen yet, there was a surprise for me! Finally I was allowed to go to the kitchen and this is what I saw:

It was Colin Firth sitting at our table! The Wrong Kind of European, the Odd Kind of American, and a few of our friends stuffed clothes with newspaper and pillows and put a balloon on top with a picture of Colin Firth’s face pasted onto it. And thus, we have Colin Firth eating breakfast with me! Best birthday ever! We ate breakfast and I opened my gifts. From the Odd Kind of American I got a beer hat, you know the kind that had the places for the drinks and straws coming from them? From the Wrong Kind of European I got magnets of naked guys with oven mitts over their most important parts:

But it’s not over: I went into my bathroom and there was a note on the mirror:

If you can’t read it, it says: “Dear Krissy, I wish I were this mirror so I could gaze at your beauty everyday. Love, Colin”

I laughed forever!

Later that day I got a text and the name that came up on my phone was Colin Firth. The Odd Kind of American had changed her contact information in my phone so that when she texts or calls me it would come up as Colin Firth. It was hilarious and I got numerous texts throughout the day from “Colin Firth”.

That night we were all sitting around the table (including Colin) and I get a text from “Colin” that says something along the lines of “look into my right pocket for a surprise”. If you knew the Odd Kind of American and the Wrong Kind of European at all you would know that I had every right to be suspicious, but I stuck my hand into “Colin’s” right pants pocket and I come out with a note that said on the front: “To my beloved Krissy From your truest, Colin”. I opened it up and found some money with a note on the inside that said: “P.S. Here is a little something to sweeten up your day. I’m allowed to give my dearest a little sugar, right? 😉 Yours truely, Colin P.P.S. You’re so sweet that nothing I do could change it, even if I had all of the sugar in the world, it wouldn’t compare.”

As I prepared to get ready for bed that night I was moving things off of my bed and there was a manilla folder on my bed. I asked the Odd Kind of American if she knew what the folder was and if i t was hers. She said that it wasn’t hers. I opened it up and there was a picture of Colin Firth and what I’m guessing was once his wife but my friends had put my face onto her body. Around the picture was a long note that said:

“Dearest, sweetest, most delicious Krissy,

Our day together was much too short and the night even shorter still. I hope you will take these scribbled words to the fullest extent. I find myself at a loss for what to say. My mind goes numb and my thoughts are scattered when I am with you, thinking of you, or speaking to you. Your effect on me is this powerful. I am made a fool, but a happy one in your presence. My heart thumps profoundly and I can only hope yours does the same. I will never find another like you. Although your grace and coordination may be wanting on occasion, you must know that you possess an inner grace within that truly captivates my affection. And, indeed, the lack of physical grace is most endearing and delightful got I feel it captures the youthful, liveliness of your person. With these frail word, I would like to wish you a most happy birthday.

Yours Truly,

Colin Firth”

Here is a picture:

The caption under the picture has an arrow pointing to Colin Firth that says “me” and an arrow pointing to me that says “you” and a heart with an arrow pointing to it that says “my heart, which belongs only with you”

We joked that if the Odd Kind of American ever needed any extra money she could write love letters for people.

Needless to say, that was easily one of the best birthdays that I have had. Colin is still in our living room, hopefully for a while. The only thing that could have made it better would have been if I had the real Colin Firth.