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{Editor’s Note: Today’s post was written by Kori Rainey. You can learn more about Kori at the end of the post.}

Twenty-three was the magic age for me.

Maybe it was being raised in a small town or maybe it was just the girl in me, but growing up, there was no question that by the age of 23 I’d be happily married with at least one kiddo on the way.

That’s what everybody did, right?

So with each year that passed after that, it wasn’t only myself that I had to console, but everyone else. Every holiday the family came together, the big annual question loomed: “Are you ever going to bring someone home for the holidays?” Of course my family always had the best of intentions, they were just ready and thought I was at the right age to get married.

And, by the time age 29 rolled around, I was beyond ready, too. [Read more...]