27 Birthdays

Monday, we celebrated my 27th birthday. My mom was in town visiting for a couple days so Craig and I were able to go out for a Valentine's/Birthday dinner. And had someone to snap a picture!
I must say, there are things I like and dislike about getting older.
I hate just the fact that I'm getting older, those wrinkles forming around my eyes and mouth, those few extra lbs that seem harder to lose, and all that fun stuff. But I sometimes I like saying my age. I always feel a little like I'm not taken seriously because people always think I'm young, even younger than I actually am. And let's be honest, Craig doesn't help my situation- it's not unusal for people to be surprised we are married cause he's not exactly growing grey hairs himself. Just today I was in the front yard with Riley and a lady walked by and said very grandmotherly, "Oh, Hi! Are you babysitting today?" NO I'm not babysitting I actually BIRTHED this child. And I was glad to mention that I am in fact 27. The older I get the more silly I make those people feel! That's the part I like.

The lady tried to recover with, "Well imagine what you'll look like at my age!" I mentioned this when telling my Mom the story, and in her always (NOT) optimistic attitude she says, "Unfortunately that's not always how it works." Thanks Mom.

On a side note, I always thought I'd have 3 kids by 30. HA! I eat those words right now at 27. I'll even eat the words that I was going to have 3!