Today is my the anniversary of my birth. I have graced the world with my presence for twenty-two years. This is quite bizarre to me, honestly. Most days, I don’t feel like I’ve matured since I turned twelve. I know I have, but I still feel like that little girl, acting like a grown up.
My twenty-second year is going to be awesome. Really, it is.
And in typical first-born, overachiever style, I’m going to make a list of things to accomplish in the next 365 days.
- Get married to the my dream guy, my lover, and the man who makes my heart go pitter-patter when I see him.
- Learn to make homemade tortillas.
- Figure out the actual rules to football and pay attention to at least one full game.
- Graduate from college.
- Organize my kitchen.
- Actually finish the last season of Lost. I’m obsessed with the show. I absolutely love it, but I had a night class last year when they were finishing it. Thus, the entire season remains on the DVR, waiting to be watched. I’m waiting until I have time to savor the last bit of the storyline. Plus, I’m not sure I want to figure out what exactly is going on. (This is Day 14 of the 30 Day Meme.)
- Teach Justice at least three tricks.
- Hike through a rain forest.
- Finish my 365 Project.
- Run a half marathon in April.
- Train for that half marathon.
- Get a Brazilian blowout before my honeymoon.
- Watch a sunrise in Hawaii.
- Beat Colby in a game of Poker.
- Have a sleepover with my sisters.
- Improve my photography.
- Volunteer at church more often.
- Plant flowers next Spring.
- Expand my photography business.
- Build a snowman.
- Fly a kite.
- Relax. Enjoy life. Laugh often. Love. Make the best of every single day God blesses me with.
I think I’ve got some good guidelines anyway.
And now, I think we should look at old pictures of myself and laugh.
That’s obviously the healthiest thing to do on one’s birthday, right?
First, there was wittle-wittle baby Marla.
That baby grew and grew and eventually became the World’s Cutest Child Ever.
And then she got some sisters.
(I’m the one on the right, Shaylin is on the left, and Ashley is the baby.)
Eventually, 1998 rolled around and my bangs were still rockin’ like it was 1987. My mom continued to make me wear my hair like this until I was eleven. I then demanded that they be grown out.
Actually, I’m not sure that that improved my hair much.
We should probably stop with the old pictures now, while I still have some dignity left.
Today, Colby is taking me to my favorite eatery where I’m going to order Prime Rib.
It’s my birthday and I want to be carefree and happy, but all I can think about is my ever growing “to-do” list. Seriously, I have three photo sessions this weekend, a online test, a paper to write, and about a million other things to do.
Maybe I should chop my bangs short and act like it’s 1998. Things were so easy back then.