Friday was my 32nd birthday, and in the weeks leading up to it, I had been thinking a lot about everything that happened since my last birthday.
We got engaged.
I coached our girls cross country team to the highest state finish in more than 20 years.
We got married.
We went to Hawaii
We bought & started building a house
I got pregnant.
Hannah won nationals and broke the national sophomore record.
We took our wandering road trip.
I finished the first draft of the novel I’ve been working on since 2011.
I know it is unrealistic to think life will slow down, and I don’t want it to, but I would also feel okay about having fewer major life changes between now and turning 33. Yesterday was a quiet birthday. Nick and I went for a run at the beach before work, and out to a delicious dinner after work. Kids come back to school on Monday, cross country season starts, and by early December, we’ll no longer be a family of two.
This weekend was such a perfect way to end the summer that even though I’m excited about some new things I want to try in my classroom and the cross country season, it feels a little like I’m being ripped out of the house this morning.