(celebrating my birthday at Mosaic)
I turned 26 yesterday. I've never been bothered with getting older. I realize I'm not old, but I'm not getting any younger either. This was a hard year for me. A few weeks ago, I started being very aware of the impending birthday. I, for the first time, began to think about what life will be like in 20 years. What I'll look like, what Carlos will look like, where Bela will be in her own journey. I wasn't depressed neccesarily, just aware of the aging process. My moms response to all my thoughts was "you can age gracefully." As though that is the cure for dealing with old age. Maybe it is, what do I know about being old.
It's been a good 26 years. Years that I'm greatful for. Years that have been blessed with lots of love, friends and family. Years that have been accompanied by trials, no doubt, but lessons and ultimately wisdom.
This past year specificly has been a cadre of experiences. From being pregnant for the first time, to becoming a mother. I had some medical complications 5 weeks post-partum that left me nervous and scared. I lost a dear uncle this year. I took a trying vacation with my inlaws that in the end left us all closer.
"Crazy" best describes this past year and I'm ok with that.
