the 29th.

i feel so blessed.

recently i had a birthday, rolling over into 29, the last year of my twenties. i've spent most of my twenties in australia. i've thought about my husband (even before he was my husband) every day of my twenties, which i know because we were already firmly in love, on two different continents, our hearts stretching across the miles, when i turned 20. i've been married since my early twenties! and i've had both my babies in my twenties. so my twenties have been good.

a few bloggers have written recently about what their age meant to them. i'll give it a go.

29 means...two babies, one husband, one dog. i made a family - we made a family - and it is complete. it means both parents, one grandparent, four sisters, and one very special cousin who is my best friend and the other half of my heart. it means being responsible for people other than myself. it means being more patient than i ever thought possible. it means having more love in my jealous little heart than i ever knew it could hold.

29 means good friends and good acquaintences. it means having a group of fellow writers who are just as weird and wacky and wonderful; it means sewing friends who are just as nerdy and dorky about fabric ranges as i am; it means friends across oceans, across this wide sunburnt land, across the city. 29 means a lot of friends, not something i ever thought i'd have, as a girl.

29 means i can always buy groceries. 29 means i drive a reliable car and can always afford to put petrol in it. 29 means i'm happy with my body even though it is less society-approved than ever, with extra weight and stretch marks and imperfections (those gifts from my babies).

29 means more understanding, and knowing there is much more understanding to come.

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lewix, i stole your old name for this title. but it's in tribute, not theft. thanks.

xx penny