25 Years...How?!

I couldn't have asked for a better group of people that I have surrounded myself with. Before 7:15 this morning I had already gotten 4 calls to wish me happy birthday. When I rolled out of bed I had a card from Andy and when I went upstairs to get my little ones ready Lacey handed me a card as well. I arrived to work only to have my wonderful supervisors bring be breakfast and all of my co-workers had already put my presents on my desk. I even had a salesman come in with my chocolate from my FAVORITE local bakery. (Maison Robert is the name...BETTER than Godiva)And after such a wonderful morning I hate that I still feel a little spiteful about this whole day. 25. 5 years away from the dreaded 30. When did I get so old? I realize in the grand scheme of things that I am actually quite young, but it's hard to see it that way. Maybe it's because when I had thought of my 25th birthday I expected my life would be totally different from the way it has turned out. Don't get me wrong, I am very grateful for everything and everyone I have, it's just so different from what I expected. I guess the twists and turns of life got in the way and I am grateful for that. Andy, Lacey and Zach are the best surprises that have ever happened to me. So Happy Birthday to me and hopefully the 5 years before the dreaded 30 will be happy LOONNNGGG years. :)

First Steps...

Andy and I were just talking about how we couldn't believe little Zach wasn't walking yet. Was he just lazy? He has been cruising very well for weeks...months really.

Today was the day. Andy picked up the kids from Daycare and when he walked in he saw little Zach walking around his room. His teacher had suggested not telling me about it until Zach did it for me, but Andy didn't like that idea. I got home late and one of the first things Andy told was me that Zach had something to show me. We tried to get him to walk for me, but he wasn't having it. Everytime we would stand him up, he'd plop on his little bottom, crawl to me and laugh. Eventually he did walk for me, though not as much as he was earlier. I cried and I am usually not such a crybaby. It was a very bittersweet moment for me, not only because I missed his first steps, but we have been waiting on this moment for so long and it was over in a blink of the eye. He also chose my grandfather's birthday to take the first steps of his life. Since our birthday's were so close, we always celebrated together. Since so many years I celebrated my birthday on his I feel like it is half mine. It's still a very special day even though we lost him over 8 years ago. Coincidence? :)