Shortly after my birthday last year, I wrote about turning 34 (When I was 34, it was a Very Good Year). I was sentimental about it because I was going to get married the year I was 34. Everything we did for a whole year, I kept telling myself, happened “the year we were engaged.” I’m a sap, okay? I’ve grown accustomed to it and so should you.
Even Don has been mildly impacted by this sentimentality. Shortly after the wedding, he started pointing out things we did for the first time as a married couple. Like when we got ready for his birthday party he said, “This is the first time we’ve thrown a party at the house since we were married.” Considering that we’d been married for six weeks at the time (and two of them were spent on our honeymoon in Costa Rica), it wasn’t too surprising. A few weeks ago when Don’s family visited, we were sure to point out to one another that it was the first time that Mr. & Mrs. Whiteside had visited Mr. & Mrs. Whiteside … and the first Thanksgiving we’d celebrated as a married couple.
So, I was right when I named that post last year. When I was 34, it was, in fact, a very good year.
But today I turn 35. A year older than I was when I got married. Part of me is a little sad. My 34th year is going to be pretty hard to top. Then I think about all the great things our future holds, and I couldn’t be more excited to be 35. As great as 34 was, I have a feeling 35 is going to be even better.
December 15th, 2009 at 5:10 pm
It’s the first time we’ve celebrated your birthday as a married couple!