Thursday was my 25th birthday. The half-way point to 30 and definitely one of the best I have ever had. Other than marking a quarter of a century (that makes it sound a lot older doesn't it), it really wasn't a huge milestone of a birthday. It didn't come with the excitement of being finally able to obtain a driver's license like 16 did, I didn't gain the right to vote like I did at 18. It didn't bring a gift in the form of my first legal drink like 21.
Although there is really no major milestone that is met when you turn 25, I can honestly say that this was probably the best birthday I have had so far. Instead of asserting my new found adulthood like I did on the previously mentioned birthdays, I changed poopy diapers, cleaned pureed squash off of a hard wood floor, and gave a gaggle of medications to a screaming baby boy who is trying to cut his first tooth.
It couldn't have been better. Eric made me a special birthday dinner and he and Nicholas gave me a special card with a picture of the two of them inside that daddy took.
It's amazing to me how when you turn 16, 18 or even 21, you think that is the best birthday ever. You gain some new form of independence and can't wait to try it out. Now, at 25, I look back and realize that those birthdays were nothing more than stepping stones to this one. I have a whole new set of responsibilities that have absolutely nothing to do with myself. I have someone who loves and depends on me to care for them, smiles when I walk into the room, reaches for me when I walk by and laughs while I spend hours tickling his toes and his tummy. This year, I have a husband and a son that I love more than anything and that is the best birthday present I could ever ask for.
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