It’s the big one folks – the quarter century mark.
Yep, that’s me now! A freshly minted twenty-five.
Yay!
The number tells me that I am no longer in my early twenties, but my mid-twenties. A whole new category altogether. Isn’t that weird? Because I still feel 22. I will be officially described as a daughter/wife/friend in her mid-twenties. Spooky.
Does this mean I’m a real adult now?
(Or did that happen when I turned 18? Or moved away from home? Or got a big girl job? Or when I got married? Hmmm. I guess I really am an adult. When did that happen?)
Regardless, I’m ready for it and I’m stoked! Twenty-four was good to me in so many tremendous, life-altering ways and I sincerely hope that twenty-five is a blessing beyond belief as well – full of just as much joy, excitement, laughter, positivity, good eats, good times, love, and adventures as one can possibly cram into 365 days.
It’s also worth mentioning that yesterday was Ted’s birthday….30 again!
A very happy birthday to my funny and weird, yet handsome and totally endearing husband! What a guy! :-)
Last year for his 31st birthday my mom sent him a Happy 30th Birthday card. We loved it. Ted will be turning 30 every year for the rest of his life, we decided. I only hope there’s a vast and stunning selection of brilliant 30th birthday cards to tide us over for the next seventy years.
This year we’re celebrating the birthdays in our own special way.
More on that later.
But it’s totally excellent, in case you were wondering. In fact, I cannot think of more spectacular way to ring it in.
While I’m at it I’m going to throw out a big old ball of birthday love to my mom, who is celebrating her birthday tomorrow!
Birthday love all around.
And cake. Lots of delicious cake.
(mint chocolate ice cream’s my fave, if you’re sending it)
See, I told you I love August.
