I have moments when how much I've grown up over the last few
years alarms me a little but in general I absolutely love my life exactly as it
is now. I hope that I continue to feel
this way at each new stage in my life. I've had a few “a-ha” moments in the last few weeks that really show how much I have
grown up and settled down since I started the back end of my 20’s.
My favorite moment was enjoying girl’s night with my friend
Stephanie and her absolutely adorable little girl Emilee. Stephanie and I danced together as part of
Georgettes and Pamoja. We also lived together
for a year at college. She is part of a
lot of my favorite memories of Georgettes and going to school at UGA in Athens. We have always had fun when we were
together. This past Friday I drove to
Athens to spend the evening with her: we picked her daughter up from daycare,
ate at Panera, and then hung out at their house and played games. It also included a small fashion show and
Emilee dancing for us. It was a very different
evening from our nights out in the past but it was so much fun and it was so
special. I think getting older for me
has meant that I appreciate the little things a lot more and don’t need big
flashy plans to appreciate the company I am with.
Before:
Now:
At times I get nervous that so many of our friends are
transitioning into the parenting stage of life and that we plan to be a few
years behind them. I worry that I won’t
be able to relate to their experiences in the same way other parents
would. In some ways this is a valid
concern but then I remind myself that we are not friends because our lives are the
exact same, we are friends because we love one another and support one
another. I got married before several of
my friends but it never hurt our friendship so I must trust that this will be
the same way. I try and remind myself
that I will be thankful to have so many people to look to for advice and
guidance when that time comes for us. For
now I will just enjoy spoiling and loving on their wonderful kids!
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