Sweet 16.
The year is 2016 and people are calling it sweet 16 which I am all for. Let's have a sweet 16 shall we?
I didn't have the traditional sweet 16 that most girls have. I was 9 months pregnant at the time and away from my friends and family. It was an odd and shameful time in my life. It largely shaped who I am today. I have no regrets and my son is a nice young man making his way in this world along with everyone else. He was raised by a kind, gentle woman and I am proud to have carried him and brought him into the world for her. No pity party here about any of that.
So I will be happy to have my sweet 16 now. 27 years have passed since I turned sixteen of age and have had a full, semi-charmed life. I have a funny thing about numbers and ages. I like the sound of even # ages and ages that end in 5. For instance, I think being 44 (which I will be this year) sounds better than 43. So each decade, there are 3 years in a row that fit my number preference. This decade for me it's 44, 45 and 46. So I am about I to start the age trifecta. It's silly and I have no idea why this is exciting to me, but there you go.
Happy Sweet 16 to you and to ME.
xo
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