Another year

Today, actually right about now exactly, I turned 27.

When I was a kid I thought 27 would be a year when I was all "grown up". I would be married or getting married, have a fabulous career and life. Well, some of that is true - but it is all in the eye of the beholder. I always thought 27 was the perfect year to get married.. And lucky me its happening!

Do you ever notice that young kids (especially girls) stare at you when you walk by? They just keep looking as their mom takes their hand when they walk down the street or over the back of the seat ont he airplane. They have a mesmerized and curious look on their faces.

Well, I remember being that little girl, looking at the grown up women and wondering about them and how I would be when I was older.

I know this is kind of a somber thought, but when did I lose this curiosity? What did I want to be when I grew up and why am I not that now? Is it a ceo, a princess, a president or just simply a mother?

In my 28th year, what do I want to accomplish?