I just had a conversation with my sister in law about all the things coming up soon and how it is finally 'the year' that all this is going to happen. No more saying "next year", for "next year" is here. In six short months we will be making our way back east for a family reunion (of sorts). Then it will be three weeks of visiting my family, coming back here and preparing for a possible visit from
sister in law.When she leaves it will only be a short while before the holidays come again and we try to make it to California to see my in-laws for Christmas.
And all that thinking has had my mind wander to the fact that I am getting older. Matt will be 28 tomorrow and me? I'll be 27. -GASP- The thing is..I don't feel 27. I still feel like I'm a young girl out of high school. Granted...I'm a different shape (thank you kids!) and I have forehead wrinkles. But it doesn't seem like it has been almost 10 years since I left high school. Or that I have been married, 25 days shy of, 8 years. The only thing that keeps this in check is watching my kids grow. Sassy pants is six years old now. And Mr hippo...1.
So where do you go from here? I think I'm just going to try my best at living in the moment. It's daunting to do with small kids. That right there is probably the only thing that I can pinpoint feeling older. Chasing them around is quite a task. But I need to step back more often and look at them for the little people that they are. And really...the nicer I am to them, hopefully, the better care they'll give me when I'm ready to sit by a window and drool.