
Last Friday I turned 25. Wow that sounds really old. I always tell myself that I feel like I am 19 still. In reality, I think I am turning into an old person. For example, my body hurts after I work out which isn't very often. Also, I don't do spontaneous things anymore. Trevor and I haven't been to a late movie in forever. We actually just went to a movie on Saturday afternoon. It had been four months since we had gone. So for my birthday we went to the mall to let me have a little shopping spree. Lately whenever I go to the mall I just hit up the baby stores. This time I was just supposed to be shopping for me. I felt so weird going into the stores I used to with a stroller, diaperbag, and husband in tow. Don't get me wrong I love having a family more than anything. The coolness factor just wasn't quite there. A lot has changed in the past year.
My birthday was great. We hung out at the Church's and had cake. Also, last night we had cake and ice cream with our neighbors the Kunz's. The best part about being 25 is now I can rent a car, have cheaper car insurance, and for the next 17 days, I am older than Trevor. That means I can boss him around, right?