Posted on | August 29, 2013 | 3 Comments
I turned twenty-seven last Saturday. It snuck up on me, really. I’d been calling myself twenty-seven for the past six months without realizing I really was only twenty-six, and as I soon as I realized I was wrong, BOOM.
It’s been a good year. A bit fast. A bit full of lessons in patience and understanding. A bit lean at times as Taylor and I have worked to get our finances on a good track. But full of love, lots of laughter, some tears, very few angry nights, and a million baby hugs.
It’s been a year of laundry, dishes, kissing ouchies, playgrounds, play dates, firsts and lasts.
A year of changes and growth and maybe finally figuring out who I am, what I love, and what my real passions are in this world.
A year of wishes and dreams and promises.
A year of “right now” and of “this will have to wait.”
A year of renovation and tearing apart and putting back together.
A year of loss and of new life.
A good year.
With the start of another new year, I’ve found myself really asking what this year will hold. Fear of the unknown has always gripped my heart, but I’m trying to learn to let that go and embrace each moment. I pray that this will be a year of strength, more laughter, more love. I hope that it will be one where my children thrive, my husband shows me those beautiful dimples with a smile every day, and one where I find myself content yet ambitious. I dream that it will be one where I finally grow into my faith, where I start new adventures, and maybe where I complete some adventures already begun.
Maybe this will be a year of finally writing that book I’ve been spinning in my mind.
Maybe this will be the year I learn to truly love and embrace my body and continue to grow stronger.
But above all, I just hope this is a year of health, happiness, family, love, and God. With those five things, I think this next year might just be the best yet. And as I inch towards thirty, rapidly leaving my twenties behind, I’m learning to embrace the aging process. I’m grateful that I’m aging instead of the alternative. I’m grateful I’ve been given another year with my family, and them with me. I’m grateful for new experiences, new people, new joys. I’m learning to reach with open arms towards each new year instead of dragging my heels to keep another check from dotting my age. I’m learning that with age comes not just maturity, but acceptance and willingness for each opportunity a new year will bring.
So here’s to twenty-seven.