it's my birthday!

i'm now the age that my parents were when they had me. which also means i'm exactly half their age. i think. this morning when i first realized this, i spent a good thirty seconds making various befuddled facial expressions, to my fiancé's delight, as i tried to work it through in my head: would being the age your parent was when they had you always mean you're exactly half their age in that moment? but wait, my fiancé was half his mom's age last year...why are we having this experience so close together if we're more than one year apart? working through mental math problems is not my strong suit. 

it's my last year being in my twenties. it's been a good run. next year, my fiancé and i will both be thirty-somethings. something about that makes me emotional—as if we're joining closer together, rather than reaching our arms out to each other across decades. 

my late twenties have been great so far: my first serious relationship, moving in together, getting engaged. having a resurgence in religiosity after feeling the unconditional love we have for each other. moving to a new continent and starting two new languages. 

twenty-eight in particular was a very good year. true love and sheer determination brought me into being a functional person: no longer wracked by immovable procrastination, persistent lethargy, and general household chaos. 

may twenty-nine bring even more blessings!

birthday flowers from my fiancé's parents <3