1… 5… double digits… 13… 16… legal… cheers… 29?

Every birthday has some kind of small significance, but there are a few that tend to stand out. First birthdays are always a big deal, more for the adults than the kids really. When you turn five and are now the proper age to be out of the home and functioning in a school/educational setting. Plus, it’s the first birthday that isn’t totally about the adults in your life. You get to invite classmates and friends, and you actually care about themes, cakes, presents, etc. When you hit double digits too… I mean you survived a whole decade of insanity and your parents feel like they survived too. Then you hit thirteen and the teenage years dominate attitude, hormones, popularity, etc.-the most overwhelming birthday I feel like. When you turn 16 it is almost bittersweet. You can drive a car! Woohoo, freedom! Well, kinda… You spend your days terrifying your parents behind the wheel of a known killer, and you have to find a way to fund your new found “freedom” which is also known as a J.O.B. The joys of aging… Responsibility and financial concern. Then you turn eighteen!!! Woohoo, you can vote! It was far more mundane than the hype, but please don’t let me ruin the level of importance it is… You are now a contributing member of society. You help make the decisions around here and you want to acknowledge the transition from young and stupid to grown and mature (don’t kid yourself, this doesn’t happen overnight). Then you turn twenty-one… Omg, my age is now officially hyphenated and I can legally drink alcohol! This birthday is the most fun and the one you are least likely to remember. The only evidence you will have that you had a good time was the embarrassing Facebook photos and videos that you try to untag yourself from and the massive hangover the following morning/days.

In the past week I have celebrated two different birthdays. My daughter’s early 1st birthday and my 29th. Her birthday was filled with purple decorations, her cute little tutu, candy favors and cake with far too much frosting. We video taped it, we memorialized it with photos and personalized gifts. We enjoyed good food, good company, and a park that occupied what few children (her brothers) were in attendance. She opens bright colored gifts and toys that are bright and loud (oh the obnoxiousness).

Now, my birthday was a little different. I wore jeans and t-shirt to a crowded restaurant. There was good food and good company (hubby and Parker). No pictures or cake. My gifts were of the technological theme, but it was very practical. Nothing whimsical or fancy, it was very adult. It made me think that maybe all the fun will be over. I was worried that life had got too “practical”, then I remembered that this year is a year of excitement and change.

At 29 I will be venturing with my little family to places unknown. We secured an apartment until our house is built and now we are plotting out our road trip there. This year and our move will prove to be an insanely intense year. As we are seeing our friends and family for the last time it makes me realize how this year, September 2015 to September 2016, will always hold great significance for me. Even the following year will. 29 will be a year of new. New location, new house, new schools for the kids, new health insurance, new roads to drive, new friends to make, new adventures in new places.

Our official move date is September 26th. We will be making the trek through Arizona, New Mexico, and finally Texas. We have never made that kind of move before. We certainly have never made that drive with children before. I just don’t know what we will manage. Plus, our itty-bitty chihuahuas. It’s going to be a really long adventure, that is for sure.

Each year of life we are blessed enough to experience will hold some kind of significance. If you were to look back on it as a whole it seems a lot like a blur. If I break it down you can see the little things…but, this year, 29, I will remember this year. This year is the lead into more. It’s my last year of my twenties and my first year of being… a Texan!


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