i am 38 years old.


and you know what?
i'm ok with turning with 38.
i'm happy.
i'm healthy.
my kids are great, my husband is fantastic.

i am taking up new things {like photography}
and practicing older things still {like knitting}
i want to go back to school {realistically? for bookkeeping}
{in my imagination? to be a psychologist}

i am running, which is new to me,
and loving it...
and watching what i eat, also new to me,
but getting easier.

there is so much to be happy about.
and turning 38
is just icing on the cake.