Dear 13 year-old self...

Today you turn 24. 

Looking back on year 23, it looks like life is playing out just as you always pictured.

Currently, you have a husband who loves you to the moon and back, a baby boy who is a precious as can be, two amazingly frustrating lovable pups. And? You're even a homeowner.

Yep, in the grand scheme of things, life is pretty amazing.

But 16 year-old self sits and stares at us in disappointment. You see, that girl had dreams of living in a big city and she certainly had no desire to be back in her hometown after college. Nope. That girl, she longed for bustling streets and skyscrapers. What a silly, silly girl. If only she knew how fullfilling this life is...

Just know...

The things you stress over in high school, college and even today are miniscule. Remember to take a step back sometimes and see how blessed you are. You have a family that while overbearing, is one-of-a-kind and loves you more than you can imagine. Although your mom may seem to be all in your business now, at the ripe age of 18, you'll realize she's your best friend.

That boy you think is the love of your life, isn't. He'll realize that when you're 17, but it will take you well into year 18 to come to terms with it. And unfortunately there is more heartache after that. But the good news is that Mr. Right {Hubby B} will swoop in when you least expect it and prove to you that love is all about timing, dedication and forgiveness.

The jobs you dream of having will change with the seasons. And the one you currently have is pretty freakin' sweet. No you aren't some big-time magazine editor {just the editor of this lil blog}, but that's okay. Because every day you go to work and the people there love you. They accept you. They teach you and they learn with you. When motherhood gets hard they are understanding. They are family and even though its not Marie Claire, it's perfect.

And that baby?


Yep, that one.

He will change you in ways you can't even imagine now. Thirteen-year-old self, I know you want kids, but at 18 you'll find out you can't have them. At 22, God will slap your doctor in the face and bless you with a baby. And this little thing called motherhood? Well, let's just say it leaves you speechless.You'd do anything for this nugget who in the right light looks just like you {but more like your husband}

Cherish these moments. Savor each second of your years.

Thirteen-year-old self, we've officially reached "mid-twenties." And as it currently stands the outlook is bright.

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