So my birthday is coming up fast and I’m going to be another year older – to be more exact, I’ll be 35 years old. Wow.
Here I am with a just-bought-this house full of teenage boy children, a wonderfully patient and kind husband, some furry critters, some non-furry critters, and I’m going to be 35. I need a moment to catch my breath here…
I’m a grown up. When did that happen?
First of all, I should tell you that I had to do the math to figure out how old I was about to be. Okay, my son did the math for me.
The conversation went something like, “Mom, it’s your birthday soon. Do you want coffee, chocolate, or both?” Smart boy I’ve got there I said either or both sounded great. Traditionally my kids get me a Starbucks mug, some coffee, and a fancy chocolate treat of some kind…
Then he asked me, “Are birthdays like anniversaries, should we get you something special this year? I mean, 35 is kind of a big deal, right?”