So how come 24 feels like 5 years older than 23? I’m getting old. I think maybe because I’m dreading next year and turning, “a quarter of a century”…that’s disgusting. I know, I know most of you that are reading this are older than 25 and for that I apologize. I’m not ragging on your seriously ancient age. Wrinkles, saggy arms, a flabby behind, gray hair, a mumu, glasses as thick as a bottle, and that diaper look great on you, but on me? I’m not so sure. You know what? Talking about your oooooooold age has made me feel a ton better about mine. Thanks.
So here’s what I did for my 24 year old birthday….
I played with my niece and nephews
I hang out with the girls
I snuggled with my adorable newborn nephew
I ate my mom’s amazing homemade ice cream cake
I opened 5 birthday cards, all of which had Kohl’s gift cards in them
I went to dinner with Denis and ate some bang, bang shrimp (If you don’t know what that is then go to a Bonefish Grill…it will change your life)
I went shopping with Denis, who was very supportive the whole time I was trying on clothes
I mostly felt so grateful to have such amazing friends and family that can make me feel so special and so loved
I guess if my next 24 years are as good as these last ones have been…then I don’t think I’ll mind turning 48 even if I do have a few wrinkles.
PS You can check out pictures of my fun trip to Utah on facebook.