My birthday was on Monday. June 4th. Scott took the day off and spent it with me and the boys. We took the boys to the Aquarium, had lunch at Cheesecake Factory, took a nap and then ate a cheesecake before putting the boys down for the night. It was a pretty good day.
It’s a little strange for me to say that I am 26.
There’s just something about that age…
on my way OUT of the twenties.
feeling so much more like the adult I’ve just been pretending to be for the last few years.
Did you know that Scott and I went from dating and being very carefree to having a real job, graduating college, having a baby and owning a house in just one year? It was a year of a lot of adjusting.
Now we have been married nearly FIVE years, Scott has since moved onto a new job, we are raising TWO boys, and we have done so many things to our home it looks so different than when we first moved in! So far we have come!
But being 26 makes me feel old. (my mom is totally laughing at me for writing this.)
I am no longer one of the younger ones in our neighborhood…there are lots of younger couples and families moving in all the time now.
Maybe it’s the fact that by 26 I had hoped that I would know myself better, or actually feel twenty-six instead of 21? I still feel 21. Like a newbie in the world, figuring things out and just taking it one day at a time. There’s still so much to learn, to see and to accomplish. Maybe it’s the fact that the years are flying by and I feel like so many days slip away without doing anything note-worthy.
That must have something to do with it.
I’m subconsciously freaking out that each year slips away so fast and I can’t seem to keep up.
But since there’s not much I can do about time slipping away from me too quickly, I guess I will have to be happy with six candles on top of a cheesecake and still take it one day at a time.