My Granddad & Me
I remember my 25th birthday like it was yesterday. I was living in El Paso, TX with my granddad and studying to get my MBA. My parents sent roses to the teaching assistant’s office, and I was grateful. (Who isn’t grateful to get roses at work?!)
But I also think I had a case of birthday blues.
It felt like I was behind.
Because I had this grand plan: I was going to meet my husband at 24, get married at 26, and have a kid at 28. The thing is, none of that had happened. Continue reading
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