Quarter of A Century Young

25

Two Five

Veinticinco

Twenty-Five

Quarter of A Century

Ugh, Yeah... I'm 25. Happy friggin' birthday to me.

It's no secret that I despise hate my birthday. It's a day that is cursed in my book. Luckily, I had my lil' munchkin this year to make it wayyy better. Ed is building me stands for the laundry machines for my birthday present and little sugar butt even bought me a gift card to get a manicure and pedicure (although the thought of leaving her to get my nails done makes me want to cry. I wonder if she told Ed she needs some time away from me?!). Ed took us to dinner at my favorite BBQ place - Memphis Barbeque. Dinner was delish, as always. Tenley had fun smelling the food and tried to talk to Daddy.

(She knows good food when she sees it!)

After dinner we went home to enjoy red velvet cake that Karina surprised me with.

The day felt like any other day except for the voice in my head that kept saying, "you're now on the bad side of 25". I never would have imagined that I'd be a mother at the age of 25. My days are a lot different than a lot of 25 year olds. Consumed by my daughter. Celebrating such a big milestone in such a low-key way was okay by me because ya know what? I'm so thrilled to have such a great little family. I'd rather go to dinner with my fam than out for a night of partying any day. 

I guess 25 isn't so bad after all.

Here's to being a quarter of a century young and loving life! :)