Yesterday I was thinking about all I've accomplished in my 29 years:
- Obviously, starting real early, the basics: feeding, toileting, dressing myself. I've had these things down for a while now.
- Got an "honorable mention" on my project in the science fair- which can still be considered an accomplishment, because even in 4th grade I was a procrastinator. Cant for the life of me remember what my project actually was about.
- Went to all-state band in high school. I played the bassoon. I never said I wasn't nerdy.
- I worked hard and earned my bachelor's degree... although I never did figure out if the bachelor part of the degree is plural or not. Bachelor of science in nursing? Or is it Bachelors of science in nursing? Or is it possessive? Bachelor's of science in nursing? Thankfully, I don't have to know these things to deliver babies, which is the career my degree has afforded me.
- I met, dated, and married my loving, funny, pretty-much-all-around-perfect-because-he-puts-up-with-me-everyday husband.
- I embarked (with my husband) on our first of many great adventures and set up home in Fort Worth, which was a few states away from where we both cut our teeth.
- Then, a few years later, we went on another adventure and made Rockport our home.
- Most recently, I had my little boy, who incidentally makes me more proud than most anything else in life. He is the answer to several very specific prayers, and yet not one of those prayers was to have a child. God is mysterious and remarkable in that way.
It's been a pretty fantastic 29 years.
For some reason, I feel like change is on the horizon. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I feel like my heart is being prepared for something new and different. It would seem like a 7 month old boy was enough of a change to rock our boat for a while, but the feeling lingers. Only time will reveal if these itchings in my head are for real.
For now, I'll enjoy a birthday donut.