Old Is Young Is Not Old Is WHATEVER.

I'm starting to feel "old." This is crazy talk, I get that. But I don't feel old in the same depressing way that those spray tanned 50 year olds with hella Botox and cut-off denim booty shorts do. I feel "old" as in "you're a legit adult now, yo." It's really exciting.

Tomorrow is my birthday (yaaaay!) and I'm going to be 24. And my husband just turned 29! WE'RE ALL OLD AND STUFF! I can already hear some of the over-24 readers yelling at me to STFU through the computer screen. I just feel like Edmund and I have had such a ridiculous journey so far.

Not to be lame, but it seriously feels like yesterday that I was 18 and he was 23 and I was still in high school. I'd go to his house EVERY DAY after school/work and stay there until about 3AM, even though my curfew was 11. Oh, and also, that one time where he accidentally fell asleep at my house and spent the night. We woke up in a panic because my mom was yelling up the stairs, "Amy, do you have a ride to school?" Ummmm...yes mother. Yes I did. He was in my room with me. Shit! So we waited until we thought we heard her door closed, then sneaked downstairs. We were so close to freedom....then we turned the corner and almost RAN INTO my stepfather. I'll never forget his face when he processed what he was seeing, then said, "Mornin', kids."

Then I remember when I was 19 and he was 24. We were engaged and everybody thought we were fucking crazy. My family thought I was making a horrible decision, my friends thought I was hiding a pregnancy and/or making a horrible decision, the whole lot. I knew that I wasn't. They'll just have to see, I thought. They'll just have to see. I said "I do." My life changed.

Then I was 21 and he was 26. I found out I was pregnant after trying for six months, something else the people in my life thought was crazy for doing. The moment where I knew that I was pregnant was both happy and nervous. Happy because we wanted it so bad, and nervous because we were broke as hell. I didn't have a job. He had a shitty one. We lived in a no-rent one room guest house in exchange for taking care of the Horses from Hell. But when I woke up the morning after finding out I was pregnant and found Eddie just watching me, with this look on his face that I can't even describe, I knew that everything would be okay. A close friend moved out of his kick ass condo and offered it to us. We moved in. I got an agent. My life changed.

Before I knew it, I was 22 and he was 27. I was in a hospital bed, writhing in what I can only describe as the worst pain I have ever felt in my life, cursing the effing epidural for deciding to stop working right when it actually mattered. My mom was freaking out, the nurses were telling me to push harder. I was pushing as hard as I could. It wasn't good enough. The doctor threw out the word "c-section." Eddie's face was right next to my ear, and suddenly the only thing in the entire universe was his voice. "You're doing perfect," he whispered. "You're doing great. Everything's okay. I'm right here." Seconds later we were both crying and feasting our eyes upon the warm, slippery Squidling that came out in one single push. She didn't cry, Lily. She was so calm and content right from the get-go. My life changed.

And, here I am. About to turn 24. My Lily Mila is almost two. TWO. WTF. She walks and talks and tells me that she loves me. She kisses me and hugs me and gets more excited about Lady Gaga and puppies and cookies than I do, a feat that is not so easy. And every time I see a baby on TV or in the store, I get all "awwwwwww" to an embarrassing degree. I can't wait to see how my life is going to change next.

Bring it on, life. I've got all the strength I need to make it through you, in the form of that crazy Edmund kid who decided to forget what his friends said and decided to date that high schooler anyway.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have a super work day today because tomorrow is all about a BBQ and a party afterward, with the best friends ever and yellow cupcakes with homemade buttercream frosting and drinks laced heavily with tequila. I have so much to celebrate about.