Doesn't it? Tomorrow is my birthday. Tonight I am sitting here thinking about it. Funny how as a child you wait and wait for that special day to come and then as an adult you drag your feet hoping to stall a new year of life and just stay comfortably where you are. I guess that, that is what I'm thinking about tonight. Where I am. Where I thought I'd be. Where I hope to be soon verses where I see things going in reality. The truth is, I am a worrier and I am a planner. As unorganized as I am, I like to make lists and pretend that I am going to stick to them but they usually change. A lot. I'm not where I thought that I would be at all at this age.
But the truth is things are good. I like it here so far. Mark is doing very well in his apprenticeship. The boy's are thriving. Grant was just given an award at school, kind of a student of the month award. I'm so stinking proud of him! So we aren't where I thought that we would be but I'm realizing more and more that we are where we were meant to be. Here in this life, in this city and I am happy. Happy and scared. Because well that's the worrier in me and although I try to be a glass half full girl I'm more like a "what are we going to do when the glass is empty and there is nothing for us to drink and we can't find water sort of a girl" Like I said...a worrier. What will the next year bring? Where will we end up after school ends? All those fun, we aren't settled yet questions. But I know, I know things will be alright as long as I have Mark and my boys.
So come on over year twenty eight. I think I'm ready for you. Just please be nice and treat me well. Let me turn to Mark when we are 80 and say, "remember my twenty eighth year of life...that was a good one." And he'll smile and say, "Yeah, it was wasn't it"