(28 and the way I typically look - with half my makeup on ;-)
Today I am 28. Women have told me that your 30's are better than your 20's. I have always hoped that was true. Over the last few months, I've kind of had a preview of what's to come, and am starting to believe the best is yet. Not so much because my 20's have been bad. They have brought me a lot of wonderful things, and have been whole lot of fun. But because I have spent the last 6 or 7 years in limbo about who I am. My decades seem to be alternating. I was a shy and insecure (but happy!) child, and a very outgoing and confident teenager. My 20's have been spent feeling incomplete and unsettled; wandering from idea to idea, and not understanding what people meant when they said, "Find yourself. Be yourself..."
I have started to feel different in the last few months. The first part of Olivia's life was spent learning about her. The last few months, she's made it more and more clear to me who I want to be. For her. For myself. A sense of self, if you will.
I am starting to feel more sure about what makes me complete and what makes me happy. I know what I want from life, and --this is a big one for people in their 20's-- am beginning to see what I want to give back to life.
In short: I feel good. I feel young. I feel happy to be celebrating my 28th birthday.
--End of typical twentysomething melodrama--
I sneaked in (okay, walked in and turned on the light and she never moved a muscle) to take this picture of my sleeping beauty this morning.
♥ Love ♥