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!
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