On the Last Night Before I'm Old

My sister thought my plans for the last night of my twenties weren't that exciting. Maybe she was right. But she got me reflecting on the last decade and all that happened in my twenties. It was an awesome decade.

It started off meeting the most amazing man on the planet who became my best friend, my first boyfriend, the first boy who held my hand, gave me my first kiss, and became my husband. I've spent the last almost ten years loving him more and more every day.

I brought four of the most beautiful, amazing children into this world and started on my journey of learning how to be a mom that I figure will take at least the rest of my life to really figure out. I've even started to get the hang of a few things. Each one of them brought me so many firsts.

I became an aunt.

I learned that I love writing, wrote several bad picture books, the beginnings of a few novels, and then completed my first novel, wrote it again, and started it all over again. I'm even starting a new one.

I dropped out of Utah State University when my first baby was born.

I graduated from Brigham Young University just a month before my third baby was born.

I learned how to speak Spanish.

I forgot how to speak Spanish.

I learned how to drive.

I bought my first two cars.

I bought my first home.

It's been a pretty great decade, so I figure I can relax on this last night of my twenties knowing that I put the years to good use. Yeah, I could have done more, I guess, but might as well leave something for the next decade, right?