26

Time speeds up the older I get. I am about to celebrate my birthday in about a week and a half. Ever since I can remember, I've always anticipated my birthday, waiting to see that older number. I wanted to be older, always. But a few months ago I decided I was good with where I am. 25 years old sounded great. Old enough to get (some) respect, but young enough to be wrinkle and grey hair free. Young enough to have loads of energy, no health problems, and easily bounce back from pregnancy and injury and what not. People always talk about young beautiful women, but they seem to stop by age 25. If you are older than 25, you are still young, but not young enough to be used as an example of a young woman.  So here I am, about to cross that line. You can't get time back.

So I wanted to stay 25 forever. But now I know that is not what I really want. I want to live life and see what is ahead for me. I want to learn and grow. I want to become more respected. I want to someday be considered wise. I want to help others through this journey. And most of all, I want to meet future children and other family members (nieces, nephews, in laws, ect)

My dad mentions often that he doesn't like growing older. On his 49th birthday two years ago, he said that the older you get, the bigger your family gets. The more posterity you have to share your life with. That's a great way to look at it.

I've still got many years to come. I want to embrace life's experiences with my family. I want to teach my kids, and enjoy watching them experience life. I want to grow old with my husband, but I don't want to think about that now. So who cares what number I will see on my birthday cake October 1st.

Two days later I will see a beautiful number 1 on my daughter's birthday cake. That's what life's all about :)

Bring on 26, I hope its as beautiful as 25 was.