"It takes a long time to grow young" - Pablo Picasso
I hope I live to a wrinkly age. I imagine what a 9oth birthday might look like for me. Party hats, "Love Shack" by the B-52s (which by then will be a major oldie), lots of chocolate chip cookies and possibly a pinata. It will be a grand celebration just to be alive.
This past Monday I turned 23, which doesn't feel much different than 22. Jon took me out for the most fabulous birthday dinner in Center City on Saturday. I could never be a vegetarian on the basis of Capital Grille's lamb chops alone. Perfection, with a side of cranberry sauce.
Besides making my parents feel old, turning 23 is kind of surreal. I'm officially older than my parents when they got married and had me. I'm one year away from getting married. I'm ten years older than my teenage birthday...whoa! What did I even do for my 13th birthday?
Unlike most women, I welcome age. I live by the "like fine wine" mentality, and that it only continues to get better. Ask me if I feel the same way when I'm 90 ;)
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I'm glad you had a happy birthday, erica! =)
hey - enjoy 23. I'm turning 26 in a few days - the first step in leaving my mid - twenties and heading towards 30 - ahhhh! haha - glad to know you're doing great!
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