Thoughts on 32...

A couple days ago, I turned 32.  I remember back when I turned 22 thinking how old and wise I would be when I got to 32 and how I would CLEARLY have everything figured out and have the house with the white picket fence and the 2.5 kids, etc, etc.

Well, there is a fence, but it is a pasture fence and the all figured out thing... well, we are working on that.

However, I have to say that over all, I think 32 may be one of my best ages.  On Wednesday, Jim will officially adopt Zack.  Bringing this year long (oh who are we kidding... five year long) nightmare to an end... finally...

Then in four short months (eeekkk...where has the time gone, so much to do.  So much to do) we will welcome our baby girl into the world.  On Wednesday I finally got to feel her kick (on the outside) and last night Jim got to feel it as well.  The look on his face said it all, this is truly a magical event and I am SOOOO happy to get to do this again with someone who is just as excited about this pregnancy as I am.

Finally, if all the pieces fall into place, in December we will be boarding a plane for sunny Orlando to take Zack to Disney for the first (hopefully just the first of many) time.  Jim gets some extra bonuses at work so we are saving them right now in the hopes that we can use them to pay for a large portion of this trip and make it feasible.  If all the cards fall into place it will happen this year, if not, maybe next year.

Either way, I think 32 is going to be a pretty good year.  Maybe at 33 I can work on that figuring everything out concept.