Another year behind me...

As I approach my 25th (again) birthday, I look back on my life and I am very happy with where I am.

As you may have noticed in that opening line I said I am celebrating my 25th birthday AGAIN. A lot of my friends ask why I don't celebrate my "real" age. It's because I don't feel my real age. 25 was the best year of my life. It was the year my daughter was born, the year I found myself. So I celebrate that year every year.

As I age, let's not use words like old or older, I learn more and more about myself. In the past year I have fallen even more in love with my husband and learned to love myself more. I am doing more for myself and it's not at the sake of my family.

There are so many people in my life that don't enjoy where they are. They don't take each day like it's their last. They live everyday with regret or fear. I used to be one of those people. I don't ever want to be there again. This year I plan to better myself even more. I am down 11 (yes 11!) lbs since Christmas. I want to go back to school. I want to live my life to the fullest. I want to enjoy every day like it's my last. I want to live like I'm dying. I want to love my husband and daughter each day even more than the day before.

I hope you live every day like it's your last. Hug you kids tighter, love your other better and do things for you.