A few days ago I discovered an overwhelming fact: All That, my favorite childhood show of all time, is now 21 years old.
FIRSTuvall (yes, this misspelling is necessary, and very much appropriate), I had no clue that the same show I watched while devouring savory grilled cheese sandwiches and sipping lemonade on my Gram and Pawpaw’s living room floor…the same show where Amanda Bynes played the cute, innocent mean girl role far too well in “Dear Ashley”…the same show with THEE hands-down best theme song of all time…was that old.
When a show you grew up on (during the golden age when Nickelodeon and Cartoon Network shows actually made you proud to have cable) is legally old enough to challenge you to a tequila shot contest, life has officially been made real. And on this day — my 25th birthday — I definitely feel the realness.
It actually hit me earlier this week, right out of the blue. It hit me so hard, that I posted a Facebook status about it (because Facebook is everyone’s personal diary now).
Every year of life is definitely a blessing, but it’s just something about 25 that has my feelings all willy nilly. It’s beautiful, overwhelming, joyful and scary all at once. I’m officially in the age bracket where people are getting married and having babies. And while I’m not at that point in my life yet, it’s crazy to think that some day in the not-so-distant future, Lord willing, I’ll be starting a family of my own.
Twenty-five years ago, my parents were 25, married, and bringing me into this world. Now, 25 years later, I’m just trying to figure out where God is taking me next. And while life as a human who has lived for a quarter of a century is not nearly as simple as watching my favorite childhood TV show, I thank God for the continuous lessons and blessings!
Side note: The 90s will forever be the best decade of all time…