Today is my twenty third birthday. James made sour full house of girls pancakes from scratch! And then, off to shopping land he drove me. But after all the price tags, birthday wishes, and valentine's day glam, the number twenty three is still on my mind. Not that I feel like an old lady, I get annoyed when people are like, "OMG I'm getting close to 30!"....it's just that twenty three, was just like twenty two....a random age of......of what? lol.
So twenty three...
Well, I met James when he was twenty three and I was 18.
18 years-old Ashlyn would not have expected life to have happened this way, haha. Hmm...back then I told myself as soon as I graduate from high school, I'M OUT OF HERE (Laie)...not getting married until I traveled the world, went on a mission and worked at some high power business office or magazine. Children? Back then they grossed me out, they just seemed soo sticky! lol. Then I guess, once I made my millions or finished a Master's degree, I'd find myself a hawaiian guy and THINK about settling down somewhere on the mainland.
Fast-forward to NOW, I'm married to a wonderful SAMOAN husband from New Zealand and have a very energetic 9-month old baby girl. Who get's sticky ALL THE TIME, lol. I was dragged BACK to Laie by a marriage proposal by a guy with a hot accent (James) and muscular body!!! I'm in my last semester at BYU-Hawaii and undergoing an internship at the Polynesian Cultural Center's Sales and Marketing Department. I traveled to a lot of places I once dreamed of going to, and ones I've never thought I'd ever consider (Samoa, lol). No mission, but various missionary-like experiences. And even though I'm a M-O-M, I still love my Aaliyah, Beyonce, Mariah, Ciara, Rihanna....and I still dance around my house like I'm in high school, and booty-popping in front of Mahie...haha jk, but not really. And yes I go out with my friends, STILL WEARING MY KAMAKE'S! lol. I LOVE my husband and still get so excited and giddy when I see him. He smells the same since 23, and even his kisses taste the same. (Don't care if you're uncomfortable) At twenty three, I'm not a size 5 like I was at 18, far from it. I get stressed out a lot. I still battle random pimples. No gray hairs yet, thank goodness. I still suck at math. I have a driver's license but my husband drives me everywhere. I'm brave and have more self-confidence than I ever had and wish I had spoken up more to crappy adults or bullies in high school. I know more of who I am, who I'm not, what I like, what I want....and especially what matters to me the most.
I'm twenty three, what the heck....time to eat some liliha bakery cocoa puffs ;)
Wish me happy birthday!