Turning 35…

…or half-way to 70, as Andy says. Yes, it’s true, another year older. I remember back to the day when I looked at my aunts and uncles who were in their 30’s and thought about how they were still pretty cool for being so old. And now here I am. Do I feel 35? Of course not, other than the ache in my back that won’t go away. Am I a little disheartened by my varicose veins, stretch marks, and all the other lovely things that come with age and four children? Just slightly. But I have come to the conclusion that I do not want to be one of those people who dreads every year of getting older and spends thousands of dollars on anti-aging potions. I want to embrace it. I want to appreciate what I have learned over the years and continue to learn. I want to love this chaotic phase in my life and not sit around wishing for the next stage of life. I want to appreciate all the marks and scars on my body that have come as a result of my four little angels. So there you have it. I am proud to be 35…half-way to 70. I can’t wait for what is in store in the next 35 years and yes, I embrace it.

Although, I do not embrace my gray hair. Thank goodness for color. Some things I’m just not quite ready for…