Tomorrow is my birthday. I’ll be 31. I know I’m a grown-up. I have a husband, a child, own a house, drive a car, have a job. I do grown-up things like cook, clean house, do laundry, make bank deposits, schedule well-baby checkups, count calories, and track my cycle.
But I don’t always feel like a grown-up. I still love Disneyland, I read children’s books, I do crafting projects, I make believe my little plush mouse is real which makes West giggle, I get excited for Christmas, I call my mom when I’m sick, I wear Converse shoes, I have a secret closet under the stairs, and I believe Neverland exists….at least in my imagination.
Age is just a number, right? Bring it on 31!