You may not remember it, but you probably wished me a Happy Birthday last week after being prompted by facebook. I'm another year older, 25. This birthday, more than most, has been one full of the awareness of the discrepancy between my imagination of this age and its actuality. I know everyone can relate to this. At the age of 15, or even 20, I thought of 25 as womanhood. Now to describe myself as "woman" makes me giggle and feel awkward. Isn't 25 the age that you are established in a "career" and starting to think about having a family? I have yet to work in any one place for more than a year. Its the age when small talk quickly moves from "what's your name?" into "what do you do?" And "do you have kids?" or "When are you going to have kids?"- which, I am finding is more of an intrusive question than I originally thought. Knowledge comes with age, I suppose.
Milestones of my life at the age of 24:
My husband started working for a business- before this we were planning on moving over seas- we would still love to, but not yet.
We moved out of our beloved apartment, and become home owners.
We traveled to Scotland, Ireland, England.
I ran a half marathon
We lost our first child through miscarriage
At the beginning of my 24th year of life, I could not have predicted most of these milestones.
I am excited to see where God will bring us over the next year.
Birthday date night- on our way to Bonefish.
haha I know what you mean... I always thought there is no denying it that at 25 you are definitely an adult.
ReplyDeleteI had no idea that you had a miscarriage!!! I am so sorry. :-( I'm sure yall have worked through it and are stronger because of it. But I'm praying for you! I know you'll be a wonderful mother one day. And though we don't talk as much as we used to I'm here if you ever need someone. Love you, sugar!