Happy Birthday to Me

Dear 28,

Before we officially say goodbye at midnight, I have a few parting words for you. 28 has been a year equally full of stink and fury as it was of delicious triumphs. The first 6 months of 28 were jam packed full of barfing and feeling like I was being ran through a meat grinder only to be shit on as my pieces squished out. This physical unpleasantness is not exactly conducive to gold star parenting and I truly regret all of the opportunities I missed with my child.

On the other hand, 28, you brought me a new little love. My Roob. My heart. 28 saw more than a baby born to complete a family, but 28 saw sisters made. Little girls who smile and love each other and whose indecipherable communications are far beyond words, whose very existence makes all the years I've lived and have yet to live worth something.

28, you saw me do things I never thought I'd do. I've potty trained, disciplined, played and learned toddlerese. I've gone shopping with two babies and actually come home having purchased my entire list. Through all of the chaos, 28, I love my husband more than ever and as sure as I am breathing, I know that I have found the one who keeps my soul to share my life with.

You were one hellava year 28. If I made it through you, I can make it through anything.

Yours,

Kirsten

Come on 29, bring it. I'm ready for you.