I watched the clock last night in the upper right hand corner of my computer as it steadily ticked away towards midnight. And then it finally came, and - poof - I am officially 26. What a strange thing to think about - to know that only a moment before I was a different age. And it feels more like I was just 16, and then I came out of a dead sleep and suddenly I am 26 and married with two children... Well, sort of. I feel 16 at heart, anyway.
25 was a great year for me - I had my second healthy little baby boy, we moved back home to El Paso, we sold our house in Arlington... It's just been filled with lots of good. Lots to be thankful for. It's been a good year. So, right up 'til the end, I have to say I really was sad to see it go.
I am not, however, one of those people, (read: women), that gets all emotional and weepy and pitiful about turning another year older. Maybe someday I'll feel differently, when every joint is creaky, my mind is too muddled, and I can't walk. But hopefully that's a long damn way off.
Each new year and birthday brings with it some new celebratory resolutions. For 25 - among other things - I made up my mind to finally get the second tattoo I have wanted for the last many years.
// If you're not familiar with the e.e. cummings poem this is from, please enjoy. //
For 26, I have a number of new plans, of course. Run a 5K. Pay off all our debt. Finish school.
All I have to say to you, 26? LET'S DO THIS!