On Sunday I turned…thirty-one. It has become a tradition of sorts for me to write a birthday reflection post. I’ve done so for the last couple of years, I like doing it… so don’t expect me to stop.
This year I decided to do something different.
On the afternoon of the thirty-first year of my birth I was sitting in my
car mini-van with my two boys waiting for my husband to lock up the house. We were going out to dinner to celebrate my birthday. (I totally got carded at the restaurant BTW!) My son was doing something cute so I snapped a few pics. Then snapped a few more of me. The visor’s mirror was down and I started to think about my birthday post… and as I looked at the girl woman in the mirror I reflected on what I saw and how I’ve changed from the young woman of 21 to now. That twenty-one year old is still here in many respects, she’s just a whole heck of a lot wiser. I was very happy with the person I saw in the mirror as her regrets are few and she’s perfectly pleased with where she is in life.
Me at 31. What’s important to me: My marriage, my children, writing, family, friends…. being fabulous.
Me at 21. What was important to her: family, friends, being fabulous, Phi Mu, having an expertly crafted manicure.
Oh, and apparently we have the same taste in hairstyles…. and if this happens to be the first post of mine that you’ve read… no I haven’t had the same hairstyle for ten years… that would be decidedly un-fabulous!0