I can't believe how fast the last year has gone. Shit, I can't believe how fast the past 26 years have gone. I still remember when I was 5 years old and afraid of deflated balloons and Koosh balls. Now, here I am 12 weeks pregnant with mine and Carl's first baby, on the verge of buying our first house, excitedly awaiting my new teaching adventure at a new school in September.
I have so so much to be thankful for. So very much to look forward to.
I am 26 today.
That means I've had 26 years of stupid mistakes and embarrassing fumbles that have taught me so much. 26 years of continuous growth with tiny buds of wisdom. 26 years of self discovery and self improvement. 26 years of continuous learning. 26 years of adventures. 26 years of happiness, loss and love. 26 years of an unbelievably blessed and beautiful life.
And while there are people who fret about leaving their 20s, or 'getting old,' I welcome it. Every year of your life is a different one - another new adventure. And while my years of binge drinking, staying up til the ass crack of dawn, and irresponsibly shopping too much at Victoria's Secret may be over; a whole new chapter of life is still ahead. Of course my next year will entail scary mortgage payments, the toe curling pain of child birth and hundreds of poopy diapers - but I wouldn't change it for the world. Yes I'm another year older, creeping closer and closer to the elusive 'hill' we're all so petrified of, but I'm excited and I'm happy and I'm lucky to have another year to celebrate. I'm lucky to have my health, to have my husband and growing family, to have goals and dreams within grasp.
I'm 26, you guys! And I'm gonna rock the crap outa it, just like I'll rock the crap outa 56 and 86.
Now, where's the cake?