I still feel like this little girl.
|Who cut those bangs? mother!?!|
Or at the very least, this one.
|me and hubby at age 23/25 respectively|
Getting older is strange. I realize that in the grand scheme of life, I am still very young. I feel very young. My grandmother turns 99 this year. What they don't tell you is that life only gets better as you get older. Maybe I have to work harder to stay fit, maybe it takes longer to recover from a hard workout, but I am happier, more secure, and more confident in myself than I was ten years ago. I wouldn't trade today to relive my twenties again for anything. My twenties were good but also, at times, a hard period of self discovery. Life seems to get easier as you get older and start to figure it all out.
I am a little bit smarter (still a dummy) and a lot healthier than I was just a few years ago. I embrace 38. At least I'm not 40 (yet). Ha Ha, that was just a stab for my hubby who does turn 40 this year. My mama tells me that age 60 is even better than 40 was, so I can only gather that things just keep getting better as life goes on.
On my 38th birthday, I am thankful for another year, an amazing husband, and for the best friends a girl could ask (you know who you are). Here is to another great year of health and love! Thanks for hanging in there with me. Cheers!
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