A quarter of a century

I turned 25 on Wednesday. Amazing how time flies, isn't it? I sure don't feel 25 most of the time. 25 was the age that I set so many goals by. I wanted to be married, own a house, have a child or two - really be settled. And I'm so happy that I'm (mostly) there. I won't actually technically be married for another couple weeks, but close enough, eh?

It's funny to think back to other birthdays, to realize how much life has changed for me over the past years.

One year ago, I was jumping out of an airplane, living out a dream and having the time of my life in doing so.

Four years ago I left Chloe with a sitter for the first time (my mother) so I could go to Red Lobster for dinner and my first legal drink. I had a strawberry daquiri. I only had one - I had a baby to nurse when I got home.

Nine years ago I was taking my driving test in my first car, a 1997 Chevy Cavalier named Marv.
Fifteen years ago I was having a swimming party, complete with New Kids on the Block cake.

Twenty one years ago I was having my first birthday party in the house that I would grow up in. We moved just before my birthday. I still miss that house - so many memories there!

Twenty five years ago, I was lying in an isolette, parentless for the first six weeks of my life until the most amazing man and woman were able to adopt me. They gave me such an incredible, full and happy life.

Yep, it's incredible to think of how far I've come, and how much I've grown up! Overall, I'm so happy with my life at 25.