33

Yesterday I turned 33. That just seems unbelievable to me. Strange, like I'm saying someone else's age. I remember thinking that people I knew who were turning 30, seemed so old and so grown up. As much life has passed, and with 4 kids I feel that old...sometimes. But then I look in the mirror and I still feel...younger. And then I look closer and see some of the grey coming through....and feel older. Or the aches and pains in my body. It's such a strange feeling. I always remember people telling me that even though they were 40, 50, 60 etc., they still felt like they were younger. Sometimes I wonder if feeling so young has to do with the fact that I don't get dressed up every day to go off to a fancy job. I run kids all over the place all day long, clean up after a house full of people and pets, take care of finances, do dishes and laundry. Not very glamorous. But at 33, I'm happy with where I'm at in life. I'm grateful to have been married for almost 14 years to a wonderful man. I'm beyond blessed to have 4 healthy, beautiful children. I love my home. I'm thankful for a great church, my faith in Jesus that reminds me that we are only here for a season and then am off to a better place. I'm thankful for my precious friends some new and some life long.

At 33, life isn't perfect, but it's pretty darn as close as it gets in this life!