Its kind of hard to believe!  I don’t know dudes.  I don’t know about 33…

I notice more changes.  Mostly on my face.  My wrinkles have set in deeper.  And new little ones appear every day, it seems.  I have more days where I feel older, and my body aches when I get out of bed in the morning. I feel like I’ll never catch up on sleep.  But I guess all that is just part of getting older.  Its just weird that it’s actually happening to ME.  Like, I’m not supposed to get old… ?  And I’m not even OLD yet!  It feels that way sometimes though.

I need to have the same attitude as my mom.  She has said once or twice, “I earned each and every one of these wrinkles!”  That’s how I should look at it.  The journal that my body has kept is like a badge of honor… A reminder of all things life.

The laugh lines are from the many joys that I’ve experienced.  I smile with my eyes and boy, does it show.  Tyra Banks calls it smizing, so I guess I’m kind of hip.

The sun spots are from lazy days on the beach.  Some of my best days were spent on the beach or just playing outside.  Happy, happy memories.

The rough spots on my feet are from the countless miles I have walked and all the places my feet have touched.  They have walked cities and countries and have taken me on the greatest adventures.

The chin wrinkles are probably from ugly crying.  Whether from heartbreak or being a dramatic teenager.  The ugly cry happens and my chin quivers and shakes and wrinkles up.

My least favorite right now are the forehead wrinkles.  They are a reminder of tougher times.  Or maybe from watching too many intense TV shows where I furrow my brow.  But those ones have really set in deep this year.  No amount of anti-wrinkle cream can tackle them.  At least they can be covered by bangs!

The stretch marks… oh, the stretch marks.  From my sweet boy.

My weak knees are from long jogs on cold mornings.  Which, surprisingly, I learned to love.

My backaches – well that must be from carrying around all this love.  {Not to mention a 24 pound baby.}  Can’t really complain about that.

And of course my hands.  They display my wedding ring.  They take a million photos.  And although they are constantly chipped, my nails are polished & colorful.

I have a full life.  I love many things about it.  There are things I wish were different, but not many.  If the next 33 years are anything like the first, I’ll be in good shape.  And really, they will probably be better because I’m a wiser person now and I think I value the things that are truly important in life.  And I will continue to be grateful every single day for those truly important things.  And all the fun little filler things too.

Cheers to THIRTY! (Three)

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