I'm Not Afraid!

Tomorrow is my 33rd birthday. And even though I posted my age on my "bad" list yesterday the truth is that it really doesn't bother me. To me age is just a number. Turning 30 didn't bother me and turning 40 most likely won't bother me either. Just numbers. Really. It has caught me a bit off guard that I am at the 33 year marker already because I feel much more like 23, but how you feel seems to be much more important than the actual number anyway, and I still feel like a kid.

Nope. I'm not afraid of getting older. Maybe because I'm not afraid of loosing my good looks. I never claimed to be good looking in the first place, so that isn't a big worry. Not much to loose. Haha! I actually feel much more confident about myself now than I did at 16 anyway. So maybe my age is working in my favor in that department.

Perhaps I'm not afraid of getting older because I don't think getting older equals death. I mean, on a certain level I guess it does. But my sister died when she was almost 9 years old and so I grew up knowing that death can come knocking at any time. It isn't an age thing to me. Nothing to fear there.

Nope. Birthdays are just another day. I'm not really a whole year older than the day before. Just another day. No big deal. Now if I woke up tomorrow and I was suddenly 78 years old? Well, then that would be depressing. But I suspect that I will only age one day at a time, which leaves me plenty of time to enjoy and many more fun times to look forward to.

Tomorrow is already looking good. The predicted snowfall for today turned out to be a false alarm. I looked out the window this morning and saw green grass. Yay! And tomorrow the weather is supposed to be sunny and in the mid-fifties. Woohoo! PLUS, my mom called and said she is making me my favorite chiffon cake with cream cheese frosting. Does it get better than that? I think not. AND, I get a birthday wish. Can you guess what I'll be wishing for? I mean, I said I wasn't going to post about it anymore, and you aren't supposed to talk about your wishes anyway, but I bet you can guess. It rhymes with "bell our mouse".

And look at this!

Shauna sent me a birthday gift last week. Isn't that so sweet? A bookmark, a memo pad and pen, and a photo album (that I couldn't get in the picture because the boys have already stolen it to use as a wallet). So nice. Thanks, Shauna!

I think this birthday is also easy on me because I really love my life. I am exactly where I've always wanted to be. I've got the yummy hubby, three fabulous boys, and a baby on the way. I've never actually been pregnant on my birthday before so that feels like a gift in itself. Life is good. And I think my 33rd year will bring even more wonderful times. And some hard, trying times too. But having another birthday just means getting to be here for it all. And that is the important part. I'll gladly and gratefully add another year on.