Yesterday was my 44th birthday.
I don't mind telling the world how old I am....... my age has never bothered me unlike some..... or maybe that's the world telling us we shouldn't get older. What do you think?
Yesterday I was told "Happy 29th Birthday" several times. Why do we do that? I think back to how young and stupid I still was at that "perfect" age. I actually liked 39 better..... and even 40. It never bothered me turning 40.
I think you are as young as you feel and I feel pretty darn young. I can still run long distances, my joints don't creak or hurt, it's not difficult getting out of bed in the mornings and I've lived another year.
I have a few lines on my face, but mainly they are from smiling..... which means I've lived a happy life. Nothing on my face is sagging... yet.
I like that I get wiser each year. Sure, I make tons of mistakes on a daily basis, but I feel like I'm figuring out life a little more each day. And it feels good.
I'm more confident as a wife, mom, friend.
I don't sweat the small stuff anymore.
Lately, I've been so busy with working, driving Elizabeth here and there and my house is a mess but, I'm not worrying about that anymore.
I haven't cooked dinner in the longest, but my family is fed each night.
We're together. We're happy. There will be time to get myself and the house back in order next week when it's spring break. There's a time for everything.
I don't worry about what others think. If you don't like me, move on...... the ones that matter love me despite my failings.
I hope Elizabeth sees this new wiser, confident mom...... and I pray she's the same way, just earlier in her life.
I have the best friends.... I had so many calls, texts and facebook/twitter messages... they truly made me feel special on a day where I had to work, vote, pick up 8th graders from a confirmation retreat early to get them to a track meet.... and then sit at the track meet until 7:30 at night.
Aren't birthdays the best?