It’s my birthday today. I’m 25 years old.
My life is so different than it was a year ago.
One year ago, I woke up alone because Bart was traveling (it was the first of 13 weeks he would spend away). Today he works close enough to home that I could pick him up for lunch.
A year ago, I was an elementary school librarian, commuting south every day to teach 6 classes. Today I’m a stay at home mom.
And a year ago I wasn’t even pregnant. Today I have a nearly two month old baby.
A year ago, I felt like I was always looking toward the future – toward the next weekend, the next vacation, the next raise, the next nicer apartment. Today, I am happier with my life than I can ever remember being.
It’s going to be a good year.