On Turning 28

On this day, in 1977, I was born. At 5 lbs. 6 oz., I was six weeks ear­ly, and spent my first Christ­mas in hos­pi­tal.

I used to think that 28 sound­ed so old – time for mar­ry­ing, house-buy­ing, and think­ing about kid­dos. Now that this day has come, those things seem as far away as they did when I was 20. I’m always amazed that peo­ple I know are doing these things now… my younger cous­ing Mag­gie has 3 kids, and she’s 2 years younger than me. My first real girl­friend from High School is mar­ried. And, it seems like every weblog­ger that I read is either get­ting engaged, mar­ried, or hav­ing a child.

So, I’m 28. I may have been in a hur­ry to come into this world, but hope­ful­ly I’ve learned to slow down a bit. I’ve got a great girl, good friends, and a lot to be thank­ful for… those oth­er “grown-up” things will fall into place, in time.

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