Adios!

To my 20s that is. It's my last night being 29...I think my 20s flew by but not if that makes any sense. So much happened...so many exciting times...sometimes some hard times. Is it weird that I thought I was older in my early 20s? I felt so much older...but apparently looked very young. I will never forget the couple waiting in line behind me at the Commissary asking where my mother was...I had Madison and Hannah. It shocked them when I said they were mine...and I was 23. I had braces...I looked like I was 13 when I had those things on for 18 months. I always thought I was going to have a nervous break down when I would hit the big 3-0. I know I'm not there yet, but I don't foresee it happening and I really can't have one since what would my children do since I'm the only adult around. So and I must wait 4 weeks to have one if it is going to happen.

No really...I've been so blessed in my 20s. 4 beautiful, healthy girls. A loving husband who understands me and knows how to make me laugh whenever I don't want to. Sometimes I hate that trait especially when I'd like to stay mad at him for a little while. I also have realised what a great family I have....as in a mom, dad and sisters and brother. I've lived in 5 different states, 2 countries and have lived in 7 different houses these past 10 years. I've had so many good memories have made some really good friends which is hard sometimes with the military since I eventually have to leave. Sometimes I forget some of them...the memories that is....I blame pregnancy not "old" age on that....and then something reminds me of it and I just think wow, I've had such a great decade. Married, 4 kids, and moved and have visited lots of places...and I've been so blessed I've never had to work.

I kind of had this fear of getting older...I still think holy cow, my life is more than 1/3 over...but it just makes it easier I have such a great man in my life. I look forward to getting old and senile with him. I hope we're still able to walk but we like to tease each other that we're going to be in Jazzys riding along the road...holding hands....probably crashing into things. I am past the point of regretting choices I made...19 and 20 were hard years for me...but it all worked out. I am not going to lie...it took until I was around 27 to realize this and to move far away from everyone I knew...but through trials and consequences, if you truly are sorry, blessings do come out of it and you start to see those blessings and just accept how things were and never regret how it was. If you live your life in regret...it doesn't make you a very happy person.

And despite what Madison and Hannah are saying, I'm still "young." It makes me laugh that now I am "old" mum. But then I have to remember...it was only 6 months ago I thought 30 was "old."