Today is my birthday. I am 29 years old. No, really, I am. I keep telling people that there must be something magical about this age since it is the one everyone wants to go back to. I am expecting great things from it.
But at the same time, I keep hearing myself say, "I'm 29," and I practically faint from the shock of it. 29! When did that happen?!?!?!
If there was a pause button on life, I'm one of those people who would always be pushing it. I'm afraid I'm never living in the moment enough . . . I'm too worried about the moment being over! A conundrum if ever there was one.
But it's been a good day so far. A good week, actually, since I started celebrating while we were still in Colorado with my family. So far, I think my favorite part of the day was walking Aaron to school. We haven't been able to walk in over a month because of the snow and extreme cold and inversion. It felt like a gift to be out in the brisk morning air.
My least favorite part of the day has been Bradley's constant stream of tantrums. Everything is making that little boy cry today. It's hard to be 2. Probably harder than being 29.
For my birthday, I would really love to know who is reading my blog! So come out of the woodwork! Say hi! Introduce yourself! It would make my day to get a boatload of comments from friends and soon-to-be-friends!