29 is such a liminal number

It seems to be the kind of age where I'm...

Young enough to still think one of the major perks of being a grown-up is getting to have ice cream for dinner...
... and old enough to get to have it too!

Old enough to know that 29 is a prime number...
... and young enough to still think its kinda geeky to think a prime birthday is cool.

Old enough to have a husband of five years, a masters degree and my second position in my chosen field, and a house that we own...
... but young enough to sometimes wonder when the real grown-ups will come and tell me to make my bed, do my homework, and eat my veggies.

Old enough to have some ideas about what I don't want to be and do in life
... but young enough that the possible choices still seem pretty wide open.

Old enough to be married to a handsome man, who happens to have a few gray hairs...
... and old enough to be glad its him, not me!

Young enough to giggle when I think of us as the Rev & Dr Us...
... and old enough that that reality is getting wonderfully close.

Young enough to have lots of great friends...
... and old enough to know how lucky that makes me.

Young enough to advertise my own birthday...
... but old enough to at least turn it into a blog post!