The next couple of weeks around here are going to be busy celebrating (or dreading) various time milestones. I'm about the first, just kinda there on the second, and glad to celebrate the third.
The first one up is my 15 year class reunion and it is this weekend. Now, I don't know about you out there on the interwebs, but I don't look much like I did in high school nor have I really kept in touch with most of the people. In fact, most of them I only know bits and pieces about through either gossip passed on by my mother or through fa.ce.book. Since I tend to avoid mirrors for the most part, I took a look recently and realized that the picture of myself in my head which looks amazingly like I'm still 21, skinny, and have a line-free face is not correct. I'm far from skinny anymore, I look like I"m in my 30's, and the laugh lines are there right around the eyes. And I get to see many people from my graduating class on Sunday. Save me, please.
Next week is my birthday. I'll be 33 on the 8th. I'm mostly ambivalent about that one. I just keep thinking about how I thought my life would be at this age and coming to grips that just because I thought it would be one way, doesn't mean that life will actually go that way.
The 18th is my anniversary. I will have been married for 3 years. I'm happy to have married my husband and I'm happy with our life. Granted, children would enrich it, but at this point we haven't been blessed yet. I hope that next year will be different, but I am celebrating the life we have now.
The buck doesn't stop here
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