35

Last week I turned 35. A friend recently emailed asking how that felt. Since I now have one full week's experience being in my mid-thirties, this was my response...

It doesn't feel that different than 34, it's probably just the number "35" that makes me pause for a minute. I don't feel 35 or old or anything (most of the time). But then again, I'm not sure what 35 is supposed to feel like. However, this is what I do know...

...I'm so thankful I'm not in my teens & most of my twenties.

...I'm thankful that I'm married to a wonderful man & not still wondering about my future mate.

...I'm thankful I'm not pregnant or nursing.

...I'm thankful for the four children God has entrusted me with (most days) :)

...I'm thankful that Dave is employed, that we have health insurance and have a nice house...I feel somewhat established.

...I'm also thankful that I'm beginning to have experience & some wisdom when it comes to a few subjects.

...Things are still financially tight around here & will be until I go back to "work", ( and for the next 18 or so years at least) but I know I'm where I should be at right now.

...I'm thankful that I still get carded when I buy NyQuil or cans of spray paint.

I'm still shocked, however, when I remember that I graduated from High School almost 20 years ago and college, almost 15. THAT makes me feel old!