Twenty-Four

Another 365 days have flown by, making me but another year older. Twenty-Four, what a strange age. When Zacary and I began dating, he was 24 at the time. I remember having the impression he was kind of old. Of course not old man old but like grown adult old. Now that I have turned 24, I am wondering when I am going to feel that way about myself? It seems like I am still a young teenager, as though I just may never "grow up." Sure, I am a mom and a wife who has adult-like priorities. I have bills that add up to more than my income, I must provide dinner {most nights} for my own family, it's up to me to keep up on the house and laundry, and I even own a filing cabinet where I keep my adult paperwork. This resembles a "grown-adult" to me, however, it doesn't change my not so adult-like perception of myself. 

But hey! Who needs to grow up anyway? I enjoy my life just the way it is. Well, of course there is plenty of room for improvements. I wouldn't mind a better paying job or a house that is big enough for a kitchen table. For now, though, I'm fairly content with my 24 not-so-adult-like life. 

There no specific purpose to this post. I'm not going to document some plan to make my life more "adulty." I don't have any inspiring words about why it's ok to feel so young. The only reason behind this post is to simply jot down my feelings as I turn 24. So there it is, Happy Birthday to myself {one month ago}!! 

This is what twenty-four looks like on me.

Hold my hand forever little boy

The reason I have to be an adult, and the reason I stay a kid at heart.

 

My purpose in life!