So it's my birthday tomorrow. I'll be 29. I'm not too worried. Now 25? That was a hard year. But 29? Nah. Piece of cake. Or rather, piece of apple crisp ala mode, if I'm lucky. I'm excited about 29, though I'm not sure why.
I have my birthday money all mentally spent, and I can't wait to enjoy my new purchases. I also know that my husband and my sweet baby girl have some fun things for me. Since I love getting new things, birthdays and I get along quite well. I also love the wisdom (cough) and experiences that each new year brings, so I have never been too concerned with growing older. Well, except for 25. I hit a major quarter-life crisis at that point. I think it was because I noticed a number of gray hairs on my head, my husband was still in college, and there was no baby cradle in my house. I felt like so much was missing from my life . . .
Now 29 is fast approaching. And I'm excited about what this year will bring. Not just the new toys to clutter my house or the new books to add to my already-too-long book list, but the deeper things that seem to matter more the older you get. I'm excited for Ellie to learn to walk, I'm excited to explore Maine and NYC and Boston, I'm excited to learn more about who I'm becoming.
This is a good life, the one I get to live. And there is plenty to be excited about. Including that apple crisp.
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