I was a little skeptical about getting older. 26, while no milestone birthday, seemed like a turning point of sorts - a distinct beginning of the movement from mid-twenties into, well, older-twenties.
Jeff tried to persuade me that 26 was a really great year for him and that I should be excited. He wrote me a note during church about how great 26 was. I then asked if that was due to his ending up in the hospital, or our car turning out to be completely worthless just before we were supposed to drive it cross country, or the stressful months when all our mail was one rejection after another from PT schools. However, optimist as he is, he pointed out that he did finally get accepted by one school-which was all he needed-and we were able to move out to DC.
He ended the note with this - "A lot of bad things may happen before anything good comes around."
Such words of comfort as I start the year out.
I got two birthday cakes - one in Utah (which, let's be honest - I made and then forced my family to sing to me. They were all still just excited to have Nils come back, and it took some time to persuade them to come eat cake instead of watch Pysch.) and then one here with friends in DC.
Shadow thought she wanted frosting the whole time I was making it. I finally put some on my finger and offered it to her, and then she realized it wasn't anything like what she thought it was and was no longer interested.
I'm so proud of the cake I made last week. How did I ever make anything cute before Pinterest?
With Sarah, Jacki, Maggie and Amy, who came to celebrate.
And of course dear Jeffrey.
Oh, and in case you're wondering, the candles were down to basically nothing when I finally got around to blowing them out after we took all of these pictures. There was wax all over the cake, which had been Maggie's biggest fear. We scraped most of it off, though.
If I could go back in time and ask 16-year-old Linnea where she thought she'd be at 26, it would be nothing like where I actually am today. I don't have a house, or children. I'm still struggling to figure out where I'm headed in life, and what I really want. However I have a wonderful, incredible husband that I love so much, a terrific family and great friends! I'm sure I still won't have any more of life figured out by the time I'm 27, but hey - let's bring on this good 26-year-old stuff that Jeff says will happen!
I just hope I don't end up in the hospital on the way like he did.
Turning 26 last month felt strange to me also. I am still adjusting as well. I love the cake you made. I wish I were as talented as you. Happy belated birthday Linnea!
ReplyDeleteHey, if it makes you feel any better, I don't have any more of life figured out now than I did at your age. The week before I turned 26, my mother died unexpectedly and my whole life turned upside down. None of us ever knows what life will bring, you just do the best you can with what you've been given. You did a pretty good job on the cake - the rest will have a way of working itself out too! Love you! - Aunt M
ReplyDeleteI think 16-year-old Linnea would be ELATED if you told her that she was going to marry Jeff Farnsworth. She couldn't care less about work, school, etc with news like that! ;)
ReplyDeleteIt's funny, we just ran across a little thing you wrote while you were 16 about where you wanted to be in the future. You wrote this amazing description of your future husband, including: intelligent, hot, amazing dresser. . . I think if you could have seen at 16 where you are now, you would have been very happy!
ReplyDeleteAnd by the way, your cakes are amazing!
Being 26 is wonderful, and it only gets better. You are learning to enjoy the moment you are in, and that really helps when you get "old" and ache everywhere! I think you really chose an amazing husband..he's one of the best around, but I am prejudice. Let me know how you made the petal cake, it is very nice!
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