Somehow, in five days, I will turn 32 years old. I don’t know why 32 is tripping me up so much more than turning 30 ever did. Maybe it’s because 32 means I’m closer to mid-thirties than before? I don’t know what it is, but it sure feels weird, “32.”
The irony is, I feel truly blessed … I have everything I could want in life: a wonderful family I was born into, wonderful friends (some of whom I’ve had since childhood!), a wonderful husband, a wonderful job, a wonderful home, a wonderful puppy, a wonderful travel portfolio, and now … a wonderful daughter.
In fact, when my husband asked what I wanted for my birthday this year, I honestly could not think of a single thing.
Truly, my life is good and full of blessings — of this I am certain. Anything else life has to offer would be a bonus at this point. (You know, like a book deal or something ;))
[PLEASE do not let this post jinx me!]
I guess if there was one wish for my birthday it would be for more time in the day … or for time to stand still … so I could bottle up all these “firsts” with Maya and just savor them over and over again. But I know time can’t stop still.
So instead of “getting” something, I’m going to make a concerted effort to “give” something. I’ll make the most of this 32nd year on earth by trying to live life to its fullest each and every day … and by working on being a better daughter, sister, friend, wife and mother.
How about you? Was there a certain age that really shook you up?