According to my 11 year old self, back in fifth grade, I should have three children, with one on the way by now. 22 was the perfect year to start having kids and I planned on having five, with two years between each. I should also be married to my middle school or high school sweetheart. Oh and I’d of course would have cookie jars filled with Cookie Crisp cereal because I had never had them then and thought they were actually boxes full of mini cookies.
So, yesterday was my 28th birthday and man, do things turn out different than we thought when we had no idea what the years could bring. My lunch table predictions are far from reality… that is unless you count our three cats and our puppy as the fruit of my loins. I didn’t marry my high school sweetheart and it turns out I don’t even like Cookie Crisp. That was a major letdown!
We do plan to have two or three children, but are waiting a couple of years yet. It’s been quite a journey so far, and while I’ll admit this year hit me kinda hard in the getting old department, I am quite content with how far I’ve come. Setting goals are always a great idea, but also coming to terms with the fact that your path may change and your goals may change in the process is humbling. We live, we learn, and grow, every day and every year.
How we celebrated was up to me and I went with my low-key favorite: Sushi, beers, and This is Where I Leave You, cuddled on the couch, under a pile of blankets, with a rambunctious puppy bouncing around and dropping his toys off the edge for us to retrieve every ten minutes. It was perfect.