I got a Christmas card from the bride of one of my MOH stints today. It alluded to the fact that she was pregnant. With her second child.
I have known for a week that she was expecting, but I thought it was a secret so I didn't say anything to her.
After I opened her card, I sent her a text message to tell her congratulations.
This is the same girl I went to lunch with after she had her first child. I said something to the effect of, I can't believe you have a baby.
She responded, Airplane, we're 27 years old. It's time to start having babies.
I wasn't offended by the comment, there are no schedules for life.
However, after our text conversation today, I started thinking about that conversation.
Here we are, nearly 3 years later, and she is a dentist and expecting her second child.
I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up and I'm certainly nowhere closer to bearing my first child.
But, I've done some cool things in my life.
I worked for the President of the United States.
I met him.
I met his father.
I met his daughters.
I drove his sister around Albuquerque, NM.
I met the Vice President.
I toured the West Wing of the White House.
I spent 10 days on the South Lawn of the White House.
I have the cell phone numbers for two United States Congressmen.
I got to go to the Bahamas for four days this summer.
There is a good chance that I'll be spending a week in Guam at the end of February.
A couple of years ago, I got to spend a week in Hawaii for work.
Until I was a freshman in college, I was able to be raised around all four of my grandparents.
For almost 30 years, I have been able to witness the love of two wonderful people who I call mom and dad.
I have three amazing siblings, two great in-laws, and the cutest nephews on the planet.
My friends are some of the best you'll find.
I may not be married. I may not be having children. And I may be damn near 30 years old.
But I'm happy.
And starting today, that is what I'm going to be.
I may slip and fall from time to time.
My positivity may turn on its head every now and again.
When that happens, just let me be.
I'll get back here.
I promise.
You kinda made me tear up. I'm sure you're not surprised. But nonetheless I love this post.
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