Another Year Older

This is what I wrote on January 1st about turning 25 this year:

"I'm going to be a quarter of a century old in just a few short months. I really do love getting older. I don't like saying numbers out loud, but I do love myself a lot more the older I get. A favorite line from a song is, "I'm not afraid of anything, be it growing old or going out of style." I really look forward to the day my hair is grey and I'm wearing stretchy pants right under my chest with a plaid shirt tucked in and a vest over the whole ensemble with slip-on shoes that could pass as slippers and gold chunky jewelry that looks like it came out of a dress-up box."

Because that's what grandma's look like to me, anyway.

I turned 25. 

I think it was one of the better birthdays in my life, Rafe and I spent the day in Disneyland, I got a pin and random lovely strangers told me Happy Birthday. And I just, didn't have any drama going on. Which was really nice. Maybe after a year of being kicked in the butt each day, it's our time for a season of joy.