It was my birthday today. I turned thirty-two.
Thirty-two.
I can't say that I ever imagined what my life would be like when I was thirty-two but I can say that it was well worth the wait.
I spent the day quietly...reflectively.
Steve, Hudson and I went for an hour and half walk in the cool morning air and watched the world wake up. We had breakfast and coffee on a patio in the shade. I had a nap with my little boy. We went shopping for a bit. We took some pictures in a field of sunflowers. We had dinner and ice cream at my Dad's house. We watched the baby giggle and the sun go down.
It was the perfect day.
In a lot of ways it's also been the perfect year. Not to say that it's been an easy year necessarily...but it's definitely been the year. It's been the year that I needed; the year that challenged me; the year that rewarded me; the year that changed me.
It's been a good year.
I got pregnant. I went to Italy. I bought my first car. I fell even more in love with my husband. I started my own business. I became a mother. I spent some much needed time with my own mother. I healed a bit more. I started to see the world differently. I gave my parents a grandson. I said goodbye to some things. I said goodbye to some people. I became a photographer. I believed. I got scared. I moved forward anyways. I became a bit more like the person that I've always wanted to be.
It's been a great year. A really great year.
I'm still thinking about what it is that I hope to do in the year to come. Some things seem to be a given while others may or may not come with the territory.
I want to worry less. This I know for sure. I'm still not entirely sure how to do this...but I hope to tackle it as it comes along.
And my confidence. That is something else that I hope to address over the course of the next year. It's something that I owe to myself. Hopefully, I can also address some of that here...in this space that I've managed to neglect over the past four months.
I do think that one has a lot to do with the other. I believe that as my confidence improves, I will, in turn, worry less. My confidence in my health, my relationships, my appearance, my abilities...my faith. Perhaps at the end of the day, it all comes down to my faith and simply letting the rest go. But again, this is something that I will share with you further in due time. Because I want to. Because I need to.
But for right now, I have two hours and seventeen minutes left of my birthday. My perfect day. And until that time is up...I need no further improvement because this year has been exactly what it needed to be...
Perfect.
Thirty-two.
I can't say that I ever imagined what my life would be like when I was thirty-two but I can say that it was well worth the wait.
I spent the day quietly...reflectively.
Steve, Hudson and I went for an hour and half walk in the cool morning air and watched the world wake up. We had breakfast and coffee on a patio in the shade. I had a nap with my little boy. We went shopping for a bit. We took some pictures in a field of sunflowers. We had dinner and ice cream at my Dad's house. We watched the baby giggle and the sun go down.
It was the perfect day.
In a lot of ways it's also been the perfect year. Not to say that it's been an easy year necessarily...but it's definitely been the year. It's been the year that I needed; the year that challenged me; the year that rewarded me; the year that changed me.
It's been a good year.
I got pregnant. I went to Italy. I bought my first car. I fell even more in love with my husband. I started my own business. I became a mother. I spent some much needed time with my own mother. I healed a bit more. I started to see the world differently. I gave my parents a grandson. I said goodbye to some things. I said goodbye to some people. I became a photographer. I believed. I got scared. I moved forward anyways. I became a bit more like the person that I've always wanted to be.
It's been a great year. A really great year.
I'm still thinking about what it is that I hope to do in the year to come. Some things seem to be a given while others may or may not come with the territory.
I want to worry less. This I know for sure. I'm still not entirely sure how to do this...but I hope to tackle it as it comes along.
And my confidence. That is something else that I hope to address over the course of the next year. It's something that I owe to myself. Hopefully, I can also address some of that here...in this space that I've managed to neglect over the past four months.
I do think that one has a lot to do with the other. I believe that as my confidence improves, I will, in turn, worry less. My confidence in my health, my relationships, my appearance, my abilities...my faith. Perhaps at the end of the day, it all comes down to my faith and simply letting the rest go. But again, this is something that I will share with you further in due time. Because I want to. Because I need to.
But for right now, I have two hours and seventeen minutes left of my birthday. My perfect day. And until that time is up...I need no further improvement because this year has been exactly what it needed to be...
Perfect.
3 comments:
May God bless you with many more years. Many more children. Many more photographs. Many more ventes. Many more walks. Many more. Much more love for the men in your life. Much more time with your mother. Many more dinners with your father. Much more faith. Much more steps forward. Many more inspiring words on your blog.Love you Geny-Girl.
I think of you Genevieve every night before I sleep. I remember the hot summer morning you were born thirty two years ago and how ready I was to have you come into my life, how glad I was that I didn't know you were coming breach and how absolutely perfect you were when you arrived. You were and are the single greatest joy in my life (Hudson and Steve are a close second!)and I am so proud of you Genevieve aka Ya-Ya, Genygirl, Gen with a G and Gen.
Love and hugs
Mom
This was, indeed, quite the year. Reading about all your accomplishments reminds me that I'm 32 and still very much a leaf blowing in the wind. So give yourself a pat on the back - you deserve it. :-)
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