Tomorrow (Wednesday), I turn another year older and let me tell you this has got to be my biggest milestone yet.
For some unexplicable reason, my entire goal as a young child was to be 23. I didn’t want to be an astronaut or a doctor or anything else…just 23. It just seemed like a good number. A couple of months ago I found an old journal that we had to keep in school and I was finally able to figure out why exactly this was such a special number for me. I would have been about 8 years old when I wrote this and in the third grade, but it sure answers quite a few questions.
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Out of ‘collage’: Check
Not too old: mmm…that’s questionable
Not too young: Suppose so
Have my own car or truck: Check
Have my own house: Not so much
Have my own pets: Unfortunately not
Not having to listen to GO CLEAN YOUR ROOM or ‘YOUR’ GROUNDED FROM YOUR GAME GEAR: Check and Check!
I guess I’m half way there…but let me tell you, there sure is a lot of pressure on this year to be a good one. At least I didn’t talk about being married and having seven kids at this age (that was another one of my aspirations as a child).
But anyways, here’s to a great year ahead!



Happy Birthday Squirrel!! Twenty-three is perfect on you! It’s so hard to believe that twenty-three years ago this month we completed our paperwork to bring you home. You have completed this family in more ways than you’ll ever know. Love, m
Hope you had a fabulous birthday
I remember many memories from just a little bit older than that!!!
Ha