The last year of my twenties arrived today. It feels strange. People always mention how time goes by so fast, and it does. On this day nine years ago I was turning 20 and about to go on a date with a boy I just met. He was in the Air Force and was bored, cute, a bit of a workaholic, he laughed a lot. He got a second job as a delivery driver at the pizza place I worked at on the weekends. He kept telling people he liked me, to which I rolled my eyes. I had sworn off the male species. Besides, I was busy with school, work (sometime 2 jobs), friends, and lots of shopping to do. But I said yes when he asked to take me on a date for my birthday. I had sworn off boys, I must have been smoking something, well if you knew me back then I probably was, lol. I knew I would probably like him, and he'd probably just cause me all sorts of trouble. The very important part of this story is I said yes.
Now let's fast foward nine years....ZOOOOOOOOOM..(that's my time traveling sound).
And on this November 5th morning I turn 29. I sit here in a cozy home I own, I actually own a house, and I have not one but two kids. I have two kids!!! They are precious and I'd die for them. People say that all the time but I'd really die for them. I'll say that all again, I married that boy that took me out on my 20th birthday, we had two kids, and own a home...........and it's in Hawaii. I like who I grew up to be, I always wondered who I'd be at this age. I'm blessed. I'm a wife. I'm a mother. I'm a MOTHER (tears welling up now). I didn't know what chain of events I was setting into motion by going on that date with that boy. My life really started in my twenties. I plan to enjoy my last year of being a twenty-something fully. My thirties are close enough to touch, and I sure do hope they will bring as much happiness as my twenties did. I have a good feeling about this.
