Ok, my friends. Now is the time to panic. I will officially be 28 in less than 2 hours. Wow... getting closer to the big 3-0 every minute. I'm actually looking forward to my 30th birthday just because it is a big deal and I am hoping someone (hint, hint...) will throw me a big ol' party. The only part I am not looking forward to is actually being 30. There's nothing wrong with it other than the fact that I will no longer be able to say that I am in my 20s. You see, I am used to always being the youngest person in the room. Everywhere. It doesn't matter where I go, I am usually the youngest. Especially at my Moms groups. More and more women wait until their 30s to start having kids, so for me to have 2 kids at 27 is a rarity. But, I am already starting to realize that as you get older, you not only, well... get older, but you also get replaced. Yikes!!! Why didn't anyone warn me of this???
Oh, well - on the upside of all of this, at least I will probably be the youngest Mom at Jacob's high school graduation. Plus, if everything goes as planned, Daniel will be off to college and the house will be empty (sniff.. sniff.. waaaaaahhhhhh) when I am at the ripe, young age of 44. Pretty rockin' if you ask me. Dylan and I will still be in our prime and maybe we will finally get to take that dream vacation to Hawaii by then. (Yes, my dream, not his.) Actually, if I am doing my math correctly, 17 years from now (when Daniel is in college), we will be getting ready to celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary. Wow. Sounds like a perfect reason to take the most kick-butt vacation ever!
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