4 years ago
Monday, February 2, 2009
The 25th years seems to be a pretty big deal; it's a silver anniversary, the 25th anniversary edition of movies, restaurants, businesses, books, and so much more is celebrated with bells and whistles. Yesterday, I heard no bells and no whistles but it was great.
25 years ago I was born. It was February morning in Portsmouth, New Hampshire when I arrived on the scene. I sure am glad I did too. I think my parents were pretty happy too. It's funny because though an awful lot has happened in the last 25 years I really don't feel that old. There are times I feel just as insecure as I did at age 16, just as silly as I was at age 12, and just as innocent as I was at age 5. I definitely feel just as tired as I did Fall of 2001 (a busy semester; volleyball, junior miss, senior year, Nathan's wedding, college applications).
Thanks to my wonderful family, I had a beautiful cupcake arrangement for my birthday cake. We weren't sure if Hannah was going to be able to wait until after dinner to eat them. She was pretty excited. We also enjoyed having a couple from church over to help us celebrate.
The teller at the bank asked me how if I did anything exciting. I found it kind of funny considering I dragged my children into the bank with me. I told him no but as I've thought about it, I had a great day. Because it was Sunday, I didn't feel like my house needed to be super clean, I was able to go out for a bit while we were at church, and due to Hannah's seemingly inate ability to wake up before 6 on Sunday morning, we were at church with plenty of time for me to relax and sit back before the meetings started. It was great considering that after sacrament meeting the child juggling began.
I got to spend the day with my family and that is precious to me. Well, here's to 25 years. I hope the next 25 are just as blessed.