So, I admit it. I was NOT looking forward to another birthday. I used to love my birthday, but ever since I turned thirty it's been a not-so-subtle reminder that life isn't quite what I had expected or wanted it to be.
In the end, I usually end up having a decent birthday. And this year was no exception. I also made a point to focus on the love and friendship and support in my life that always surrounds me, especially around my birthday. I didn't focus on the number 33.
I had a birthday that exceeded any expectations I could have had...and I can't wait to blog about it more! Still, it was made a little sweeter this week when Mom and I were looking at some pictures on my computer.
She saw an older picture of me in bed, in my pajamas, eating cake and her, having just come home from teaching, next to me. Dad and Abbie were in the room with me. I said: "That was my 30th birthday. Remember I could hardly get out of bed that year?" Mom made a slight gasping noise and said, "Wow, I don't even remember that." Here is the picture below:
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I like my kids birthdays so much better. I keep forgetting I have a birthday. I keep forgetting my age and keep saying 29. It seems to be the first number that comes to my mind. I remember when I turned 21... offically. I actually told everyone on my 20th birthday that I was 21... yeah... that got me confused too.
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