Yesterday I turned 35; the age my mom was when I turned 16. Pause.
I think my very wise 5 year old son said it best, a few days after he turned 5 last month when he said to me, "Momma, I don't feel any different than I did when I was 4; I'm not used to being 5." And rather than burdening him with explaining the responsibilities that come with being a 5 year old, I simply measured him and showed him how much he had grown since he was 4; and he was proud.
Well, today one of my birthday wishes came true; I woke up and I don't feel any different than I did when I was 34. But as I did with Jesse I had to remind myself that I am different; I have had an entire year of learning and growing; challenges and celebrations; and for that (all of it) I am grateful and blessed.
This year, my 35th year, I plan to: count my blessings daily, appreciate the ordinary days, love more, challenge myself both physically & mentally, and embrace "the new".
