And not sure yet how I feel about it.
I look with envy at you 25 year olds. You have successfully passed life’s awkward and insecure stage, yet you still have so much life ahead of you. You are wrinkle-less, toned, well-traveled, and clear-skinned. You are very aware of who you are and where you are going.
And then I remember where I was at 25. Married, working full time, childless, not sure what direction my life was going in and completely unaware of the twists and turns that were soon coming.
(birthday cake from my sweet MG)
I don’t want to go back. Too good is life now. There has been too much joy and living on this side to ever want to return.
My desire this year is to make the most out of my last year in the roaring twenties. To savor the big and small moments, to take more pictures, to love deeply on my girls & guy, and when it’s time to move on, to do it with joy and without regret.
So here’s to 29!
I will do you up right and relish you for all you’re worth. After all you are my first 29th birthday, whoever said you had to be my last? 😉