I always forget how old I am.
I usually ask Jeff to tell me my age. And then he says, "I don't know. How old am I?"
Sounds like something we should be doing at 90, doesn't it?
This year I didn't ask though. I knew.
35 was here.
No longer 30 and not yet 40.
Somewhere in the middle.
Not quite as flexible. A few more creaky bones.
Just kind of in the middle.
I'm not a young mother. I'm not a seasoned mother.
I'm right here in the middle.
I've got a lot to learn. And I've got just a little experience under my belt.
After 35 years and 7 days, it feels pretty good to be…
in the middle.
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Happy Birthday girlfriend! I’ll be joining that middle club on the 4th of Aug! I think I’m gonna like it! Love you!
How did I miss that? Was it the day before my visit or was that Jeff? Anyway–happy birthday, my friend. I treasure the amazing weekend I got to spend with you. Thanks for sharing your family, your home, and your talents with me. And we had some adventures, too! (hee, hee)