I turned 29 on a quiet, rainy day last week, and it was perfect. My mom, birthday queen extraordinaire, came to San Francisco to celebrate, and I took the day off so that we could spend it however we pleased. That turned out to be lounging in our robes until something like two in the afternoon, sitting on the deck and chatting and soaking in the day. There was a small dinner that night, some special little gifts, and I was curled up in bed, the baby kicking up a storm, by ten.
Oh, how things change... And to think that I'd just celebrated my 22nd birthday when I first started this blog! At the time I found myself writing about the end of college, the anxiety about what was to come, the long trail of unknowns ahead of me. Now, of course, I know how the dust settled — not quite the way I'd expected it to, but maybe not so unpredictable, either. It's been a wild seven years.
And now, more than ever, I'm ushering in a year that promises to be far different than the rest. In less than four months I'll be a mom, and my world is going to tilt and shift focus, just so. I'm welcoming it in, this life-altering year, as ready (see: not at all ready) for its thrills and challenges as I can be.
Here's to the unknowable next chapter and yet another year of firsts. Another big beginning.