While I’m not thrilled about being closer to 30 than to 20, I really feel like 26 is going to be my year. I’m hitting my stride and am more comfortable in my own skin than ever before. Everything in my life is exactly where it’s supposed to be and this is the first time in a long time that I feel like I can stop and enjoy it. The last couple years have been jam packed with buying a house, planning a wedding, honeymoon, pregnancy, and then (obviously) a new baby. I’ll always have some sort of big goal hovering off in the distance (like write a book!!!), but I’m making a conscious effort to stop and take big gulps of my life how it is right.this.minute so when I’m having “one of those days” I can stop complaining and remember just how good I have it. My baby is a little ball of love, my husband makes me feel beautiful on a daily basis even if all I’ve managed to do is brush my teeth, and we have a roof over our heads that we can call our own. I couldn’t ask for more. I mean I could, but I won’t.
I had to work on my actual birthday but was greeted with flowers,came home to my favorite spinach lasagna waiting on the table (thanks mom!) and then my parents came over to sing and eat key lime pie. The next day we had plans to have a late lunch at Dania beach so I could finally stick our little boys toes in the sand and show him just what being a Floridian is all about. This was his first time out at a restaurant, so I was a little nervous but this boy was a champ! He only had 2 quick 30 minute naps that day and still didn’t fuss one time.
Even Corey said “This is great. I could do this every Sunday”. It may have had something to do with the fact that the football game was playing on every TV, but that’s just fine by me.
We got to go out, have a beer, and I was able to eat my food while it was still warm! Hot damn! I felt like Ashton was going to jump out at any second and tell me I was getting punk’d. This kind of stuff just doesn’t happen to me. Not lately anyways. We paid the bill and were so full and content that we were oblivious to the fact that the waitress never gave me back my debit card (I did realize later that day when I was standing in line at Publix through).
We took a walk along the beach and collected a few shells to put in the Cooper hall of fame under “first beach trip” and stuck his little feet in the sand. I was curious to see how he’d react since I know most babies (my sister included) throw a fit the first time. But like with most things, he made it look like he did it on a daily basis. #likeaboss
Bring it on, 26.