Today, I celebrate my 29th birthday...again.
Or maybe it was 30, when I was already bummed about saying goodbye to my twenties, and then we had a terrible snowstorm that cancelled all of my birthday plans and left me in bed with a bottle of wine?
I'm not sure about when it happened, but it happened. And I just can't help it.
I confuse even myself on this one. I have an amazing husband and a beautiful baby. Life is really, really good. And although they were so much fun, I wouldn't want to go back to my twenties. That is a chapter in my life that has passed. The ship has sailed.
And yet I can't help but feel sad about turning another year older.
Age is just a number, it's how you feel that really counts, so they say. Well, I feel like I'd like to remain at 29 forever. And so I will. I will carry on with my life and move through the changes that life brings, all the while putting the 2 & 9 candles on the cake, year after year.
What can I say? My mother taught me well.