There are many numbers that are meaningful to me, but I'm going to only the share the top 4.
The first number is 20. I am 20 years old, and my mom had me at 20 years old. So we are 20 years apart. She has that 'never ages' gene, and no stranger believes we are mother and daughter. They say we look like sisters or friends. I'll purposely yell 'Mom' when we're in public just to see people's reactions, and my mom will say "shh don't say that word" or "shut up Anna", but that only makes me say it louder.
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I'm surprised we even took a decent
picture, most of them are of us being silly. |
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| All the grandkids on the left, with 2 of my grandparents, and on the right, 2 more of my grandparents, sadly I don't have a picture of my great-grandma. |
The second number is 5. This number is the most reoccurring for some odd reason. I have 5 grandparents, one of them being a great-grandma, 5 friends who have been with me since middle school, born in May, the 5th month, and I'm the eldest of 5 grandchildren. But my best friend and I have been partners in crime for 5 years. She is my other half. She has seen me on my best and absolute worst days. My grandparents and my parents have adopted her into the family. We used to be together all the time, but now we have more responsibilities that take up most of our time to hang out.
The third number is 2. This number also shows itself multiple times. I have 2 younger sisters, Alyssa is 9 and Amelia is 2 ( turning 3 in October). Good job mom, on the age differences between your kids. And I have 2 younger cousins. It has been 2 years since I graduated high school. I have some fond memories, but I am so happy that I got out of there. Waking up at 5 am every morning for four years (besides summer months) wore me down. I'm happy that I can make my own schedule now and not be treated like a child.
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The brown one passed, the grey one had to
given away. |
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| My little sisters. |
On September 13th, it will be 2 years with my boyfriend. He makes me super happy. I had 2 dogs, but one had to be given away and the other had recently passed. They're not with me now, but they are still in my heart.
The forth and last meaningful number is 1,150. 1,150 are the miles between my boyfriend and I. It's long-distance, but we make it work. We started dating September 13, 2014. I have known him since 2011, but I was not looking for a relationship at 15. I wanted to find out who I was and who I was to become before I even thought about having a significant other. But now, I have grown up, I have a job, I'm going to school, and he's working on his life too. One day we will be living together, but for now we have to wait. But that doesn't mean we can't visit. May of this year, against everyone's wishes, I went to spend two weeks with him. He lives in Miami, Florida. I was not used to the constant humid weather. Hopefully he will have the chance to come to Michigan next year, I just hope he doesn't freeze to death.
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| Teaching him how to make salsa. |
