My best friend in the universe turned 27 on Saturday! He started the day with a sleep-in while I washed all of the dishes from the night before, then some homemade banana chocolate chip pancakes. In the afternoon we celebrated with his family over some Pizza Hotline and DQ ice cream blizzard cake. Then after opening his present we headed out for a little date while the in-laws stuck back to watch the kiddos. We saw Fantastic 4, and got some supper at Mongo's Grill (where you eat for FREE on your birthday, by the way) and headed back home. It was a great day from beginning to end, low key but memorable, and just the way my man would want to spend a day. He even mowed the lawn in there somewhere.
We keep talking about how 27 is so much older than 26. He's almost exactly six months older than me, so I always tell him he can try it out and warn me before I hit the next age. I feel like when I was a kid I would daydream about my future and when my very best years would be, and they always sat somewhere between 18 and 26, and my mind never wandered much older than that. When I turn 27, it'll be completely new uncharted territory for me and it freaks me out a little bit. I really shouldn't complain, I've accomplished a lot during what 8-year-old-me thought was my prime window. I married literally the perfect person to compliment my personality, we've got two-and-a-half babies under our belts, a beautiful home and yard, careers that we're just completely in love with, and more joy than you can possibly experience in a single day.
It might be okay to get older, I guess. It might be alright to keep getting wiser, stronger, learning my limits or lack thereof. I suppose I can start daydreaming for the future, when Matt and I are old and silly and embarrassing our children wherever we go. For now, though, I'll just serve myself another piece of leftover birthday cake and enjoy this crisp late-summer day with a coffee in my hand. One thing I know for sure is that today is a good day.
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