Two-Five

So, it's my birthday. The big two-five. There is absolutely nothing monumental about that number, except that I can now legally rent a car. Well, whoopdie doo. However, when I sit here and think about all of the things that are going to happen in the next few months (days, even), I realize that my twenty-fifth year will be one that will mean absolutely everything to me. We're going to do it big.

I've never felt more grateful for my life and the people that I have in it. I've got Joe- someone who through our high highs and even some low lows, has taught me more about who I am as a person and what I want out of life, and has given me something that I never knew I wanted. We did really good.

Which brings me to the fetal one that's currently doing a jig inside of mah belly. She's opened up my heart in a way that I doubted it's capability of ever doing. Cynicism, self-doubt be gone. I know that whomever or whatever controls this universe trusts me enough to put this little persons' life in my hands. She'll be the child that I'm supposed to be a mother to and we'll be each others puzzle pieces, this little family of mine. Being given this opportunity and gift of motherhood has given me a confidence that I've never felt before and for that I'll be forever grateful.

My friends and family... I just simply have the best people. And they're mine all mine all mine.

Like every year, I've compiled a to-do list for the upcoming 365 days. Let's do this.

Get married. Friday. Check.
Become a mama. 8 weeks. Check.
Move to a different city. In the works!
Do something outside of my comfort zone. Ummm, hello, motherhood. That counts, right?
Read ten books. The picture books I'll be reading to M need not apply.
Go on our honeymoon. With Marlo. So a familymoon???
Take Marlo to the beach and Chapel Hill- our two favorite places.
Go to dinner at the McNinch House. And thoroughly enjoy its' gluttonous seven courses and seven wine pairings.
Write something beautiful.
Take a lot photos.
Cut out meat. I'm still coming to terms with this one.
Buy a new leather jacket to replace the one I left on the plane to Mexico. I still cry about it.
Bake homemade bread.
Attend a yoga workshop.
Keep a journal of my first year of motherhood.
Keep things simple and in perspective.


**For the record, I'd like to note that it's 5:30 am on a day that I took OFF from work so I could sleep in and enjoy coffee and breakfast when it isn't still dark outside. Apparently, I've got a lot to teach Marlo about how to properly celebrate a birthday...