Turning 28

Well, I’ve been 28 for five days now, and I’m not really sure that anything has changed. But I am sure that this is how people wind up saying “where has the time gone” when they hit fifty. Some days I feel I was just in high school, and other days I feel like I’ve lived a million lives. Time is just the weirdest thing. I like the sound of 28 though. It sounds like a good, solid, number. It also sounds like the age where you should have your crap together, which I most definitely do not. But I’ve gotten decently good at pretending.

We spent my birthday weekend relaxing and eating, basically our two favorite things. On Saturday, we hung out with family for a few hours, then got Mexican food for dinner. And on Sunday, it was the same thing, but with Costa for dinner. Our favorite thing to do for the past eight and a half months is to just hang out at home as a family and watch Hudson grow, and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend my birthday.

For the last three birthdays now, I also like to take a trip to Logan to celebrate my birthday with the babies. This year, our niece’s first birthday party was the Sunday before my birthday, so we counted that cemetery visit as my birthday visit. It was cold and snowy, so we were able to spend a ton of time there, but it was still good. Brandon cleared all the snow off the headstone, and we took down the Christmas trees. We hadn’t been to the cemetery since Carter’s birthday, so we were a little behind!

Overall, my birthday celebrations were good! Low-key, but that’s the way I like them. Three years ago yesterday was the day we found out we were pregnant with Carter, and two years ago today we found out we were pregnant with little bean. I’d rather take this time each March to think about them and remember how excited we were when we found out about them instead of focusing on my birthday. It’s hard to believe that it has been this long.

But anyway, enough rambling! Here’s to 28 and all the happiness it may bring!