Today I turn 37.
Yes, I am owning every bit of my 37 years.
Sure, I have moments where I shake my head and ask, "How the hell did I get so old?" (Sorry, they say your verbal filter is one of the first things to go with age).
No, I don't wish I was younger really.
Despite the years, the stress, and the neglect, my body is hanging in there.
My head isn't as hard as it used to be.
My hair might have what my stylist called "platinum" strands, but I haven't pulled it out yet.
My ears don't hear quite as well as they used to, particularly when it comes to hearing kids cry in restaurants, but they can detect subtle toddler movements from three rooms away.
My arms aren't really toned, but they are buff enough to still carry two kids at the same time (that would be almost 60 pounds in case you are wondering).
My hands are still strong enough to clean up the number 2 Drew accidentally left on the floor this morning between diaper changes (Happy Birthday to me!)
My tummy might never see the light of day again but it has superhuman elasticity that stretched generously to hold a little over 16 lbs of babies.
My legs don't get shaved as often as they need to, but they still held me up quite well for a one-mile Thanksgiving Day Fun Run.
Yes, time has a way of taking away, but, the older I get, my eyes are seeing more clearly that it also has a way of giving back.
I think I'll keep my gifts.
Growing up, we always had a real Christmas tree. Shoot, I am not sure I even knew you could get fake Christmas trees until I was a teenager. (Okay, not sure if that's true, but when you get to be my age, you start embellishing the "back in my day" tales).
When I was finally out of my own and able to decorate my own tree, I chose an artificial tree. It was easy, cost efficient, and did I mention, easy?
This year we decided we
Sure, it would mean sweeping needles for a month and forgetting to water the tree, but it would also mean we could experience the excitement of a real Christmas tree farm and the smell of a real tree.
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What would be better than a Friday?
Maybe a Friday at the beach.
Since that's not happening, I am going to settle happily for "feeling beachie."
1. I have always dreamed of moving to the beach and opening a small store.
2. My ability to tune out everything when I am on my computer is my cheap escape.
3. I love to clean when I I am stressed.
4. I will never forget my husband's birthday again with all the grief he gave me that one time I did.