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.