I love September for a myriad of reasons. Despite the ninety-seven degree weather and 110% humidity that may indicate otherwise, September, for me, has always meant that the early beginnings of Fall are just around the corner. And who doesn't love Fall? The clothes, the apple picking, the pumpkin spice lattes.. It tickles me silly to think about how much I love this season and how excited I am to experience it with a new baby!
September also means two of my favorite birthdays. My little brother will be turning a whopping nineteen on September 3rd. I don't even want to think about he'll be celebrating his first birthday away at college. Something tells me it won't include power rangers and funfetti cupcakes. Is it wrong that in my head he's still approximately four years old? Stop growing up, Woobs. I can't stand it!
Yours truly will also be celebrating her twenty-seventh birthday on September 14th. And yes, I did just have to take a minute and count backwards to figure out how old I really am. Not that I think I'm old! It's just that after 21, I feel that all the years just tend to blur together.
Let's do a little birthday reflection, shall we? Last year, at this time, I was hinting to Hubs thats I wished to be the proud new owner of a Canon DSLR. My wish was granted and my parents also gifted me with a couple if Tiffany's lovelies.
Fast forward to this year's wishlist. What does a twenty-seven year old brand new Mom wish for on her birthday?
Yes, that's right. A nursing shawl. Seriously. Who. Am. I?
Ahhhh, how times have changed.