It's amazing what a year can bring.
Apparently, even when you're not paying that close of attention, a year can bring another birthday.
Today, I'm 28.
Somehow, 28 feels exactly the same as 27. Younger in someways. I've done so much the last 12 months, but only added one year to my age.
I guess the fact that I feel tired most of the time, have found four gray hairs, and can see the start of wrinkles around the corners of my eyes and mouth doesn't exactly make me feel like I'm a twenty something. I don't even want to think about how I'll feel in two years when I'm turning 30. Or maybe 29 again. I still haven't decided.
One year ago, I was celebrating with dozens of friends and family.
Today, I was woken up by three smiling boys, two of which bounced on the bed.
One year ago, we were sharing the news that we had matched into my number one choice anesthesiology residency.
Today, I have completed 9 months of my anesthesiology residency, and am still alive.
One year ago, we broke the news to our family that we were moving to Iowa.
Today, I woke up to a sunny Midwestern morning in our very own home.
One year ago, I thought I had my future all laid out in front of me, like so many dominoes. Iowa, house, residency. Perfectly clear.
Today, the first few dominoes have been pushed, but the path isn't quite as clear. There are so many options and side paths. Third baby? Fellowship? Back to Utah? Hubster in dental school?
One year ago, I was 27.
Today, I'm 28.