Yesterday Isaac was standing in the kitchen with his backpack on examining the calander. Hey, Dad! Yes, Isaac. Next week is Valentines Day!! Yes, but you know what happens before that, right? Um..ah.. Mom's brithday. Oh. But next week is Valentines Day!!
The end of my twenties is not even a blip on a 9yr old's radar (or anyone else's I suppose). I have some low key plans for tomorrow. With the wedding fast approaching and Mike's cousin expecting a new baby any minute it didn't make sense to make a big fuss. I've been making jokes about being old, but it wasn't until this morning when I wrote "last day of my twenties" that I really felt sad.
I know thirty isn't old and I'm sure being in my thirties will be great, but it's sad that a decade when so much happened is coming to a close. I graduated college in my twenties. I saw Ireland too. Then again I got hit by a bus in my twenties. I lived in New York City for a year, but I also had to move back home for a few months. I found a place I belonged in Los Angeles and even professional success there. I also fell apart and had 5 surgeries in my twenties. I become a mother to a 5yr old and later had a baby in my twenties.
I will miss and never forget my twenties. I will always be proud of all I accomplished and experienced over the last decade. I'm also sure after some reflection that moving on from them will be a good thing. Twenty nine years 364 days...