The Big 2-5

So for those of you unaware, tomorrow is the big day...  The day I turn the big 2-5.

That's right, folks.  One quarter of a century.  At least 1/4 of the way done with my life (assuming I live to be 100, an unlikely event).

Anyway, to get on with the story, I've been feeling really sorry for myself lately.  I mean, 25?????  What.a.buzzkill.  I've just really not accomplished a lot.

I mean, when you're 5, you think you're going to have your stuff together by the time you are 25.  Have a family.  Your career.  Everything under control and planned out.

Well, not so.  No kiddo's for this gal (even though my biological clock has been ticking lately--but no worries, I'm sure it will tick for some time before I pay much attention to it).  No career, either.  I've had a couple of jobs, but let's be real.  I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.

And as for having everything under control?  Planned out?  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA...  What.a.joke.

So while drowning my sorrows in a white chocolate mousse shiver laced with cookie dough, I suddenly had an idea...  An awful idea...  The Grinch had a wonderful, awful idea... an epiphany!

Why should I dread 25?  25 is just a number (I tell myself this daily about my weight.....), and how could I possibly be more blessed?  So I don't have it all figured out, but that's okay.  I have until at least 30, right??

I've met the love of my life...

Isn't he precious?

Oh yeah, and John.  I love him, too...

JUST KIDDING!!

In all seriousness, I'm so blessed to have met my soul mate, and I'm only 25 24 (let's not push it, here).

I have THE best parents a girl could ever ask for.  Yeah, yeah, whatever.  You only think your parents are better than mine.  I could prove it to you, but I know it.  And quite frankly, that's all that matters.

No, seriously.  Best.parents.ever.  I can't even start to describe how amazing they are and do them justice.

The best grandma ever.

This is not even up for discussion.

Because mine wins.

Every.

Single.

Time.

Best big brother ever.

And yes, this is a glamour shot.

You can just call him little Justin Timberlake...  lol

Aren't we freakin adorable???

The best family ever.

This is also not up for discussion.

Because I promise that my family is way, way better than yours.

The best in-laws ever (can I even call them in-laws???  I mean, I think I like them much more than the negative connotation that comes with the words in and laws.....)

Besides, how can you resist that ridiculously attractive mustache?????

The best best friend ever.

Even if she's terribly mean sometimes.

It's just her way of saying that she loves me.  :)

The best sorority ever.

Again, not up for discussion.

My sorority will kick your sorority's butt.  True story.

Best colleagues EVER!!!

Trust me, I would know...  I'm a doctor (well, at least, you know, almost.....).






I would be lying if I didn't say that I just spent probably the better part of a half hour looking through old pictures on Facebook...

And all it did was remind me how incredibly blessed I am.

So I believe tonight and all day tomorrow, I will be doing nothing but counting my blessings.  That will take me at least all night tonight and all day tomorrow.

Just don't forget to count yours, too.

BRING IT ON, 2-5!!!!!