Somewhere along the journey of life that I have so far enjoyed, someone forgot to tell me that – at some point – birthdays aren’t to be celebrated with so much gusto. 😉 But honestly, I’m okay with that.
With each birthday I’ve celebrated into my late twenties and now early thirties, I have seen evidence of a ticking clock. The tiniest of crinkles near my eyes… A metabolism that doesn’t appreciate icecream the way my sweet tooth does… Skin that requires lotion in order to maintain a healthy glow…
And it’s so easy to focus on these changes – these early signs of the aging process – and to feel disgust. Frustration. Maybe even slight panic. It’s the main reason why women (and even men) quickly stop celebrating another year gone by and instead choose to pretend the anniversary of their birth never happened.
I give into these feelings sometimes too. I suppose it’s a part of being human, especially in this age of skin-deep beauty.
But I’ve yet to stop feeling a child-like sense of excitement whenever my birthday comes around, and I hope to never lose that. To me, birthdays are a celebration of life. And life is always to be celebrated.
Each age comes with its own set of challenges, but it also comes with its own advantages too. Each year, I feel as though I’m wiser. Stronger. More at peace with who I am and therefore more apt to embrace the beauty in each day, as apposed to sweating the small stuff.
Any wrinkles and love handles that may come with the process are merely a sign of the journey I have traveled. And I can fret about them until I’m worn. Or I can smile with all the joy within me until that is all anyone will notice. Happiness and true beauty.
Today I turn 31 years young; and as I’m currently expecting my first child, I’m just getting ready to begin my biggest adventure yet. Motherhood. There’s a grand, exciting adventure ahead of me.
And as usual, as my birthday came around the corner, I felt as giddy as a schoolgirl. To help me celebrate, my parents, sister Sarah, and hubby Nate took me to my favorite icecream place for large dishes of m&m icecream. (Fun fact, for the past five years – or longer -I’ve skipped cake and had icecream sundaes for my birthday instead). 🙂
Then once we got back to my house, they gave me some presents!
Honestly, presents aside, I have the best family a girl could ever hope for. They’re so incredibly supportive and always have my back, no matter what. But they kind of shocked me this year with how well they knew me. 😉
Sarah bought me an adorable mustard-colored purse, and I’m pretty sure I had never mentioned to her that I really wanted one. It’s like she can read my mind, or something! (I’m not sure if that’s really cool… or incredibly freaky).
She also bought me dark chocolate with caramel (YUM!), two adorable hand towels for my kitchen, and peanut butter!
My parents bought me the Daisy perfume that I had once discovered on a shopping trip and subsequently fell in love with. Personally, I had forgotten about it, so I have no idea how my mom remembered! But the minute I opened the package, I was so excited to finally own my very own signature scent. (I’m kind of particular about perfumes, but I absolutely love this one).
In addition to buying me a beautiful bracelet, they also bought me this adorable metal flower for the front yard. I love how whimsical it is, and it looks perfect in the front next to our shrubs! (In fact, it looks so adorable that I may have already ordered another one for the other side of the front door). 😉
The flower is also solar powered, so it glows cheerily at night. I LOVE it!!
I think that birthdays – in general – are such special times. Everyone deserves to feel special on their day and to celebrate with the ones they love. But honestly, this year was even more than I could have hoped for. Even without the amazing gifts, I love that I got to already celebrate my special day with the special people that I call family.
So who cares about the wrinkles…the love handles… or the anticipation of a first strand of gray hair? Life is meant to be celebrated… and lived. I’ve got too much to smile about to worry about what some magazine tells me should be prevented at all costs. And just between you and me, I’m pretty sure that being 31 is going to rock! 🙂