11 March 2013

Twenty-Five Years

Today, I turn 25.


I've lived for a full quarter-century.

Honestly, this birthday kind of snuck up on me.  I was so busy with life that I kept forgetting it was coming until BAM.  Here it is.

I'm a year older.

And a year wiser... hopefully. :)

It's a surreal feeling, really.  Part of me still feels 15, with girlish dreams of what I want to be when I "grow up," future baby names stored in my heart, wanting nothing more than to curl up with a good book when I'm having a bad day, the stories in my head begging to be written...

And the other part of me feels much, much older.  As if I've lived a lifetime since I was 15.  Which, I suppose, I have.  With kids keeping me busy, I hardly have time to blog, much less write the stories in my head.  Reading is a luxury for sick days or late nights.

I am a grown up Mama who still has dreams, even though those dreams have been put on hold for the time being.  One day, when I'm not chasing kids around and wiping snotty noses, I'll pick them back up.

For now, I'll keep reminding myself that when I was 15, being a mama is all I really wanted to be.  And it still is.

I had such a blessed birthday.  I got to see almost every one of my nine siblings via FaceTime.  I took my time getting ready, doing my hair and makeup as slow as I wanted.  I had a play date with a sweet friend and her sweet baby (and my own kids, of course).  I ate Chick-fil-A.  Twice.  (Score!)  I took a nap.  I was sent flowers from my in-laws.  I got so, SO many birthday wishes via text message and Facebook (thank you all!).  And I had dinner with my favorite people on the planet.

I couldn't have asked for a better day.

Actually, I take that back.  I could have asked for no allergies.

But other than that -- perfection. :)

1 comment:

  1. I loved this and started tearing up. You are such an amazing woman, Taylor, and definitely have lived these past 25 years as years of inspiration for me.