Some pictures first, then some thoughts.
bday cards. Have I mentioned how I love cards?
We are both 28 now!
On Sunday, my actual birthday, we just went out to dinner with my little fam. Then we had some pie over at my in laws. They got me a hand mixer which I've been wanting. Yay!
Now, someone teach me how to make soup.
This was from Friday, when me and a few friends got together for dinner and drinks. Yummmm. I got bbq chicken (delish!) and a martini. Good food and fun conversation!
Me and my awesome children! This was after dinner on Sunday.
Flowers from the market. It's nice that my husband passes through Pike Place on his way to and from work now!!
Yikes! 28. Seriously?? If you are older than me, I hear you thinking, "Oh, come on now - you're still just a 20 something!" And maybe, if you are younger than me, you're thinking, "You're practically 30!!" All
I keep thinking is: "I have been married for 5 years and have 3 kids and a house and a religion and a handsome husband and...well I have been blessed so much! Who cares how old I am!?!"
Okay, I also think about how I'm almost 30 and yes, that's just freaky.
But, no 28 isn't any kind of milestone to turn. I do remember getting married at 23 and thinking about being 28 one day. My sister in law -who I've always looked up to since I met her- is five years older than me, so I remember thinking about that. She also, by this time, had 3 kids. So it's funny. I made it to this point but it's been ever so much harder than I imagined. Having babies that is. I used to be so very naive about parenthood. I never
dreamed breastfeeding would be so hard, for example. Or that I would be constantly tired, or that a person could be all-cuddled-out by the end of the day (meaning, I just need some personal space sometimes! :) But, as you already know, I never knew I could be so blessed either. I never knew that I could fall asleep at night exhausted, yes, but overcome with love and life within these walls.
At 28 I feel like I've learned some hard lessons. Mostly about relationships. Even though I'm still not as restrained as I'd like to be sometimes, at least I've learned a few things about how much people are willing to tolerate from you. That it takes a
lot of love to really convince anyone of anything. Long suffering. Love is long suffering. Love covers a multitude of sins. Perhaps what I've really just started to learn though is what love is and what it looks like. It looks nothing like what is described in songs on the radio. It's not even the butterflies I used to get in my tummy every time I saw Mike when we were dating, or the tingles I got when we had our first kiss. That's all fine and good - but love looks more like the patience and kindness Mike showed me during the first
3 months of our marriage that I spent hunched over the toilet thr001111o,7l*ooooowing up from morning sickness. It's the pain I endured to get the hang of breastfeeding even though I was cracked and bleeding for weeks. It's the forgiveness I sometimes grudgingly offer to my husband even when I don't feel like forgiving him for some small trivial thing that I allowed myself to get upset over. It's him getting up at 5 with the baby even though he has to work in the morning, or me constantly folding his socks and underwear (and only complaining about it on occasion :o)02 I've learned to stretch myself. Both physically (stretch marks galore!) and mentally. Again, the word long suffering means so much more to me know! Also this concept of fortitude. It's crazy how much fortitude you need in this life. Anyway, you get what I'm saying. Or maybe you don't. I'm not sure why my thoughts drifted all over the place. :)
Hm. I guess turning 28 is a big milestone for me after all! I am slowly but surely figured out this life thing out! So, when will I actually Grow up? Who knows. Maybe I have. I just don't want to come up with a new blog title :)