This is me on my birth day, all red and swollen from being born.Today is my birthday.
I am twenty-two.
Twenty-two is pretty young to be married with two kids, which is maybe why most of my friends are a few years older than me.
I forget that we're not all the same age, since I tend to think of everyone as the "stage of life" that they're in, not their actual age.
So my friends who are newly married and maybe have a baby or two are in the same stage of life as I am, whether they're 20, 26, or 32.
I love birthdays. One year ago I looked like this:
I got breakfast in bed, and was serenaded at the library.
Oh, and not from my husband, from my friend Suzie.
Travis bought me about 25 presents (all pretty cheap - except the Hunger Games and the Sound of Music) and individually wrapped them because he knows how much I love unwrapping presents.
He threw me a birthday party, but I had to make my own cake.
All in all, it was a good birthday (not that I really have had any bad birthdays).
This year, my husband is out of town and most of my friends are not allowed to come over (as per doctors orders).
We had dinner at my in-laws last night, and my mom will probably make me a cake for tonight...
but all in all, it's a pretty quiet day.
And yet, it's just perfect.
I have two, very cute little birthday presents (which, unfortunately, need to be "unwrapped" and changed over a dozen times a day each)
and even though another year doesn't seem like much of a change, I've stepped into another "stage of life."
And so far, it's my favorite.
And now, I'm going to write a nice long post about myself:
I grew up in Minnesota, in a little town that didn't seem small until I went back after my freshman year at college.
I love it there, the humidity, the water, the lakes, the rain, the snow.
I even love the cold.
I used to miss it constantly, but I've started to fall in love with Utah, so now it's not so bad.
When I finally left the country for the first time it was to go to Hong Kong and China, and then a few years later to Kenya and Uganda.
We stopped in England on the way home from Africa, and I admit that I'm glad we spent a month in Africa and only 2 days in England, and not the other way around.
I love Africa, and Travis and I plan to take the boys there someday.
Sometimes we call our babies by Swahili names.