Although my mom kept our kids for the first time since our honeymoon last night, and I challenged myself to 5 Smirnoff screwdrivers AND 6 glasses of wine... Waking up to the church bells directly across the road from our home at 9am was a "rude awakening"... Each "dong" represented a harsh reality that I am no longer 21. I am 24, I have 2 kids, and 1 dog ready to be tended to for a beginning of our Sunday shenanigans. I am continuously getting negative results on home pregnancy tests still, so of course I just am feeling hopeless and ready to "stop trying" and go with the flow- if we conceive, great! If not, okay. I am through with stressing myself out over it all. Last night, I finally got a date night with my husband and a couple friends. It was so much fun! We played card games and had a few drinks. Luckily, my husband never has liked alcohol, at all... So he's always our driver to get the kids & head home. As we were heading to get the kids, it was so nice laughing and joking with each other. It has been over 3 years together and only over 3 months having been married to one another. It really hit both of us that we've "still got it!"... We're each other's best friend... We have a great life to be thankful for; we've got a home, 2 beautiful and healthy kids, and we always have each other. Amongst all the positive energy flowing, I can't help but still remember, and actually be very grateful, that I am no longer 21. 21 was representing freedom for me and dating the guy who made me miserable & did not appreciate nor love me. We were together 4.5 years until we finally split, and then my husband came along. 21 was a no-kid lifestyle. Then came my husband, and his son. :) So these days, I am surely a little chunkier, but it's just all trying to keep up with the big heart I've got. ❤️ I am proud to no longer be "21". 😊