last week i celebrated my 24th birthday. i'm often surprised to realize how young i am. yes i am only 24 years old with a husband an infant child. i guess i often think i am older then i really am. not to say i think i am old and wise, but you can fit a lot of life experiences in 24 years.
my 24th birthday was a good one. i'm not really one for birthday's, especially my own. i share my birthday with my mom (i suppose i should say she shares her birthday with me) so our birthday usually consisted of us trying to out do the other. this birthday was extra special though because my mom and sister are finally home from their missions so i got so spend some time at lunch with them. the whole day jason spoiled me and didn't let me lift a finger. i tend to be an OCD freak but jason took care of all my usual chores and even let me take a nap. after presents and lunch he surprised me with a trip to the mountains where we enjoyed a ski lift ride to the top of the peak as a family. the whole day was tailored to my tastes. after dinner out alone we ended the night with sugar cookies. it was perfect.
so far my twenties have been pleasing. i'm definitely grateful i have six more years of them. but i don't mind getting old anymore. there is so much to look forward to and to realize that if God willing, i haven't lived half my life yet, i'm excited for the sixty more years to come. jason and i talk about what our fifties and sixties will be like and we always end the conversation with a smile on our face and a whole bunch to look forward to. i'm in no rush to get there, but i'm definitely looking forward to getting old.