Everyone has that “someday” age.
You know, when you’re a kid and you think “someday when I am this age I’ll be a grown-up”.
That age for me was always 27. As if there is something magical about being 27. I always thought I would just wake up on my 27th birthday and just know how to be a grown-up. That I would have all the answers and be ready for anything.
Well, yesterday morning was my 27th birthday and I woke up and forgot that it was my birthday.
(Lucky for me, I also woke up with The Doc’s handsome face looking at me whispering “happy birthday love”)
My best birthday gift?
Realizing that it’s okay to not know.
Here is what I do know for now:
Things I will never out-grow:
The inability to resist the urge to jump into a pile of leaves in my backyard.
“Skating” in my socks on my kitchen floor.
Veggie Tales.
Needing my momma’s hugs when life just hurts.
Colorful bandaids and orange popcicles.
The inability to keep Christmas and birthday presents a secret from the people I buy them for.
Dancing around my room and singing with my hairbrush.
Jumping on the beds immediately upon entering hotel rooms.
“Eskimo kisses”
Shooting paper straw wrappers at the person sitting across from me at restaurants.
The idea that people are basically good and that fairies might actually exist.
Things I hope to grow into:
Being a wife. A good one. You know- the kind that cooks and cleans.
Remembering to send thank you notes.
Being a person who does not lose her keys (and glasses and purse and brain) everyday.
Being a better role model. Even when I am tired and stressed and grumpy.
Answering emails without writing a novel and having conversations without talking in circles.
The ability to sit still.
Being as good of a mom one day as my momma was to me.

Off to spread some sunshine,
Bing
Ninja Thought of the Day:
“We grow neither better nor worse as we get old, but more like ourselves.”
-May Lamberton Becker