28 and Holding

Today is my birthday! Yeah me! Can you tell I'm excited? I always get excited about birthdays. I think they're so much fun.

I love my special day because... well... it's MY special day. Seriously, it's all mine. In the 41 years I've been on this planet I have never, ever met anyone with a September 17th birthday. I know plenty of people with September birthdays. Afterall, it is the most popular birth month. But not the 17th.

I do believe that today will be a wonderful day and I'm looking forward to an overall awesome birthday weekend. This year I don't have the angst about the changing number like I did last year. You've got to admit the turning 40 is kinda scary. Now I feel that I don't need to stress over my age for the next 5 or 6 years.

However, you might be wondering about the post title. For the longest time I claimed to be 28. Most women stick to 29 but I thought 28 was more plausible. I got away with it for the longest time too. A good ten years. Now I really don't try to pull that trick anymore because the math just doesn't work out. At this point, I would have been 11 years old when my eldest son was born. But just for fun I throw 28 out there every once in a while to see if anyone bites. Sometimes I get a nibble.

As for the photo, I tried to find a photo from my 28th birthday but couldn't. The photo above is from my 27th birthday. It was taken at an Outback Steakhouse. The boys and I were in town from Louisiana visiting my folks. At that time in life, I was an over-tired, Army wife with two kids and leaky boobs. Outback was such a luxury.

Wow, so much has changed since then. Maybe 41 isn't so bad afterall.