Guess what? Tomorrow is my birthday. I will be turning the precise age that I told myself I would be married by when I was a little girl. Its kind of crazy how that worked out.
I remember when the thought occurred to me actually. I had a favourite kindergarten teacher. Her name was Miss McCabe. She had big poofy hair, and loved to wear dresses with big shoulder pads in them. She was totally 80′s and I loved her. I remember we had a supply teacher for a while that I did not enjoy and when I asked why she was there (in my crazy spanish accent at the time) they told me it was because Miss McCabe had gotten married. I was very sad those 2 weeks.
When she came back she sat us all down in a circle on the floor, we all asked her where she had gone, if she had fun etc. Im not sure if someone asked her or if she just told us but at some point she said ” I’m 27″. That somehow made its way and found a home in my brain. Because ever since that day I have always thought that a good acceptable age to be married was 27, not too young, not too old and well if Miss McCabe thought it was good then it had to be.
So yes there it is, I will be the big 2 – 7
As much as I say how sad I am that I am getting older, I think I still have the same amount of excitement around my birthday that I always had. Maybe I’m not counting down a month before like I used to, just the week before now. Maybe 2 weeks depending on what else is going on around that time.
Anyway, I’m gonna leave you with this oldie, sorry about the quality.
This was me and my girlfriends about 10 years ago! (it really seems like just yesterday) …
no idea why the guys are there, fyi
by jany
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