It was my 35th birthday this week! Wow, bizarre. How is a 35 year old supposed to feel? Or act? I don't know. I don't feel 35, I don't even feel 30 or 20 for that matter. 
Age is funny that way. I'm learning it doesn't really mean a thing. Anyway, I had a great day. My husband had the day off and we went for pizza as a family. It was fun! I received some birthday money and bought some Waldorf books I've been wanting, as I'm gearing up for home school. 
I'm so grateful for my life! For my three guys, dear husband, love of my life.
And my two perfect little boys.
Michael, who seems so much older ("Time" the great illusion again) now that Owen's here, but is still my sweet little chocolate eyes.
And Owen who has completed our little family.
Life is good.
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Happy birthday...
ReplyDeleteLife looks sweet and so full of love. So happy for you...xxx
Thanks Amber!
ReplyDeleteOh, happy happy 35!!! Not too far behind me. I agree age doesn't matter and with such a wonderful family there, you will stay young!
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I know what you mean. I pretty much feel 16 on the inside all the time, whether or not the calendar tells me I'm 35. Except when I do my taxes. Then I feel 58.
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