0002 x If I have a heart attack at 23 I'm loving you too much.
TWENTY-FOUR
Twenty-twelve is finally over! As of January 1st, 2013 I am finally 24 years old. I apologize for not posting on my birthday or right even right after it. Let's just say I've been keeping busy for a few days. I still feel like I haven't aged a day passed eighteen. Though I have things that remind me that I am not eighteen. For instance, when I was eighteen - I got this silly idea to elope and have a child. Two thousand seven was the year that I decided I was going to be a big girl with responsibilities and a love that I could call my own. August 12th, 2008 I took on the role as being a mother to a beautiful baby boy.
Well, I guess he's not a baby anymore since he is four years old and currently going to preschool! This is his second year in preschool, too. At least this time around I don't have to wake up at five in the morning to get my day going and get him ready and out the door by six. It was kind of weird waiting outside when the moon was still out high in a very dark sky with no sign of the sun to wait for his bus to come ) So, yep, even though in my mind I feel young, getting older is inevitable. Unless you're Peter Pan. Or a night elf.