25 Is A Special Number

“Twenty-five years ago today I went to McDonalds and had pancakes,” my mom began as she took a bite out of her burrito from “Sol,” the Mexican restaurant located near the house I grew up in. “Afterward, I went to your grandmother’s house in Woodbridge when my water broke.” Karen and I looked at each other and prepared ourselves for the rest of the story, with my fiance sitting to my right and her new boyfriend sitting to my left.

“I was scared when my doctor told me I needed to have a sea-section because Ashley was having complications and needed to come out as soon as possible,” she went on. “I was so sick when I gave birth to you and your sister from toxemia,” I looked up at Karen, trying to catch her eye, but she silently stared at the tortilla chips in front of her. We knew the worst part was coming and I was wincing at the thought of the next detail she was going to share.

“I started hemorrhaging right after you two came out.” I released my breath just in time to get a glimpse of Michael. Surprisingly, he wasn’t phased at all, probably a sign that he’s really comfortable around my fam, and most importantly, my mother.

“My five-foot-nothin’ doctor jumped on top of the steel table trying to stop the bleeding. After everything, and I realized I was OK, I couldn’t wait to see my two beautiful babies,” her eyes swelled with tears.

“Ashley with her little hat on, and Karen all snuggled up with her baby blanket,” she started to cry. “I can’t believe my little girls are 25 today.”

Our 25th Birthday

The Next 25 Explained, Well Sort Of…

My mother has been telling our birth story every July 8th for the last 25 years, and in mixed company, which usually included my friends or my boyfriend at the time. (Put away the baby pictures and no one gets hurt, Ma!) I thought this year would be much like the others, but then I realized that I’m even more of an adult then I’ve ever been.

It’s been quite a year. I met the man of my dreams and got engaged, bought my first car, visited Europe for the first time, took a leap of faith and decided to leave my company to pursue my dreams of becoming a social media guru, and now I’m planning the rest of my life–pretty much as I write this.

Where does this leave me? Quite simply, I’m happy. Very happy…probably the happiest I’ve ever been. But I’ve been thinking, what have I learned in the past 25 years? What are the most important lessons I can pass on to others, including one day, my own children? So I think I’m going to blog about it. I’ll call it “25 Things To Remember For The Next 25 Years.” I don’t know what I’ll write about from day-to-day, but that will be part of the fun. The main goal I have is to just stay with it everyday. That shouldn’t be too hard, right? Wish me luck!


6 thoughts on “25 Is A Special Number”

  1. Ash – I love your thoughtfulness you put into writing this, and am so excited to see what you write about in your 25 things. 🙂 Beautifully written, sis.


  2. Hey Guru!
    Don’t forget the Harley for the old man once you reach the advertising pinnacle…
    Great job. I was not around for the first 17 of those 25 years, but I hope to be privileged to experience the next 25… You’ve lived a lot of life, but you will live sooo much more. Enjoy the ride.


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