Two years ago today I wrote this.
I'll repeat the sentiment: Yesterday I was twenty-something. Today I am twenty-something else. It's the last year I'll be able to say that, though, so I'm soaking it up.
Amidst my desire to boycott birthdays from here on out, I'm also remembering what a wonderful year this last one has been - and how much I have to be grateful for at this age. Or any age.
So the snarky woman who told me on my 25th birthday, "This is the last one you'll truly celebrate!" may have been right. I don't shout it from the rooftops or count down the days anymore. In fact, I hope time slows down stat.
But I have a little something to measure time by this year, and if getting older means more time with him, I'll take it.
This cutie's dad and I will be out for a real date night to celebrate. A night with my favorite guy, plus the possibility of a gelato nightcap? Lovely.
Boycotting my birthday doesn't mean I won't age any more than forbidding Mac to turn one this fall will keep him tiny. I'm tempted to do both, though.
This getting-older girl is very, very blessed - so that's what I'm focusing on today. Thank you so much to all of my family and friends who have made each of these 20-something years an absolute heaven on Earth. xoxo
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