Today is the big day, the day when I roll over from 31 ( just barely old) to 32 (aka old and can't deny it).
The funny thing is, I don't feel 32. I feel just like I did at 22, just maybe a little less scared. There are a few gray hairs tucked in the brown, there are a few wrinkles under the chubbiness of my 'baby face'. I can't say that I'm feeling the aches and pains of a body weighed down by years. I don't. Except perhaps my ankles which are stiff in the mornings from my bad habit of tripping on my own feet. The march of years is fairly kind to us, I think. We feel the same though our bodies keep climbing that mortal hill.
Today I'm going to celebrate being alive. I'm going to eat good food, share good company, laugh while I tickle my kids. I'm going to take a long nap (hopefully) and just be glad for one more day, one more week, one more month, one more year.
Oh, and I'm going to sport this super cute and sassy hair cut curteousy of my sister-friend Michelle. You can find more of her great, great work here.