Today is my birthday. My 29th birthday. The last of my 20s.
It's never really bothered me to age despite Hillary and our other college roommate, T, reminding me that I will always be older than them or that I am as "old as dirt." For the record I am only 9 and 3 months older than them respectively.
Since turning 25 I've looked forward to my 30s. Women in their 30s always seem so grown up, like they have it together, they know what they are doing, where they are going. They seem secure. Whether I actually fit in that image within the next year remains to be seen.
I don't know if I will ever actually feel "grown up" but I do know that since having Peanut, I feel like my life is complete. Before she came I was happy. I have an adoring husband who is an equal partner. I have a wonderful family who has supported everything that I do. I am in a career that I enjoy.
But now with Peanut, I feel whole. I have never known happiness (and admittedly tiredness) like this before. Her gummy smiles, excited gasps, little giggles, chubby cheeks and sleepy snuggles make each day better than the one before. I love watching her as she learns to wave, feed herself and stand on her own.
And no matter what else I do in my life, I know nothing will ever compare to being a mother.