In Less Than an Hour...

I will be 29 years old. I will start a new year in my life. My last year as a 20-something. And I hope this year is... different... from 28.

A year ago, on my 28th birthday, I was relishing in the fact that I was newly pregnant. I had just finished another IVF cycle, and I was sicker than a dog at 5 weeks pregnant. Little did I know that day that the 28th year of my life would be such a whirlwind. We moved into a new house, celebrated Neisan's 2nd birthday (which means we will be celebrating his 3rd very soon - what?!), spent Christmas wondering if my step dad would make it out of his stroke, and a few months later his bypass surgery. We put our house on the market, I closed my business, and we welcomed a beautiful baby girl into the world. I went back to school. I lost some friends and gained some new ones. I lost a few that I got back. I learned SO MUCH about myself in my 28th year of life. 

Now that I am a mom, I think about my birthday so differently. It should really be a day for my mom to celebrate. I mean the day my kids were born are the two most memorable days of my life, and the two most precious. I looked at my brand new babies with wonder on their birthday's. I imagined what they would do in their lives and what kind of people they would become. I know now that my mom must have wondered those same things - and I hope she is proud. I know she will read this, because she is my biggest fan :) - So - happy birthday to my mom. You brought me into the world 29 years ago today. Thanks for that :) I hope that I have made you proud. I hope that I have lived up to the hopes and dreams you had for me, and that I will be able to for many more years. I hope that I make you happy. You are more important to me than I will ever be able to tell you. I love you so much - so happy birthday... or giving-birth-day!

So here's to year 29! I started this post before midnight, but had a sweet, very pee soaked little girl wake up to eat and get her clothes and diaper changed. Then she decided to crap her pants. So it's officially my birthday - and I rang it in changing a poopy diaper. And I wouldn't wish to have it any other way. Okay, maybe I'd like to have a bottle of wine, a hot bath and a massage/serenade by a beautiful, guitar playing, semi tattooed man... but the poopy diaper was okay too.