Twenty Eight

(photo via Flickr)

Today is my birthday. I turn twenty eight years old.

I have to say, I know a lot of people freak about getting older. But I’m loving it. I’m so happy to be where I am in my life, to be who I am. Even though I’m not near perfect, and am a constant work in progress, I feel like at the very least, progress is consistantly being made.

I always thought I would hate being pregnant on my birthday (I found out about Lulu exactly 8 days after my birthday, so this is the first one where I’ve celebrated mid-gestation), but I’m finding it to be almost more fun then those cocktail/happy hour driven birthdays of previous years.

Mind you, I wouldn’t mind a glass of wine. Or bourbon. Either / or.

But I feel full. And not just from all the cupcakes I’ve consumed today. My life just feels stuffed to the brim with happiness. I have such good people in my life, friends and family that make every day feel special. So if you’re out there, and you’re reading this, just know you’re probably affected my life in good and lovely ways, which in turn makes you gorgeous.

See? Getting older makes you prettier. I just know it.

(photo by Nicole Coleman)