Yesterday was my birthday. Sunday was Mother's Day. For the first time in 5 years this made me perfectly happy. I had a specific plan for my life. Like... well, probably everyone, my plan didn't quite pan out. I was going to serve a mission at exactly 21, come home at 22, be married by 24, and have a baby by my late 25s.
Instead I served a mission at almost 22, got home at 23, married at 26, miscarried at 26, and blessed with #1 at 27. This made me dread my birthday. And Mother's Day as well. It just showed me over and over how I wasn't where I wanted to be.
But this year, at 28, everything was how I wanted it to be. (Ok, I guess I figured I'd have more than one kid at 28, but whatever.)
It was a hard trip getting here, with ups and downs. There were times I thought it would never happen. But here I am.
I realize that some people have wanted these things for longer than 5 years, but I'm glad that I don't have to want this anymore. For now, I can enjoy it.