Okay, so...Monday is my birthday, and normally my birthday is just another day...I don't usually get excited, but I'm never bummed out either. This year seems to be harder on me. I'm turning 25, a quarter of a century, that's a third of my life down, and one year older for me is one year closer to my daughter leaving the nest. Yes, that's really far ahead, but I think like that...I cant help but feel like time is going way too fast and there is nothing I can do about it. I capture every moment and don't miss a thing, but I still just cant believe I'm going to be 25 and my daughter is 3 months away from being 1. Oh me oh my. If you follow my baby blog you already know how big she is getting. So, this birthday is a little hard on me...I may not be old, but I feel like it. I'm getting a pedi with my best friend Angela, my mom is taking me out to lunch, and my in laws are coming to visit, all this on Saturday (tomorrow)...so that will be fun. I don't know if my dad is sending me money or not, but whatever money I get for my birthday is going toward Kylie's 1st birthday party...its going to run us about 200 bucks, and my husband isn't too fond of that, so I am going to pay for what I can with spare money and I'm starting now so it doesn't creep up on us and we end up paying either too much, or having a cheep crappy party. I know she wont remember it, but I will, and her first birthday is the one I want to go most out on. Her 16, 18, and 21 will be next, but for her younger days...this is HUGE to me...so I want it to be special, beautiful, and perfect like my bug!
Reflecting- 1 Year Later.
9 years ago
