You know what - I like getting old.
At the risk of sounding cheesy, it is actually kinda cool.
I love having the chance to see my kids get big - every year they are so different… Smart and funny and more than just a little bit crazy. Fred’s nose is in a book, Charlee is playing babies, and Theo is well… I’m not sure what Theo is up to, but he is suspiciously quiet and that is never a good sign.
I love watching my husband’s hair get a little bit greyer as time passes (well, ok mine, too!) It makes me so incredibly happy to see how far we’ve come from these two young “adults” who thought we had it all together, barely scraping by and loving the adventure of it. We haven’t outgrown our adventures - and I hope we have millions more together.
I’m glad that I still don’t feel like an ‘adult’, even now with kids, and houses and… sigh… responsibilities… Sometimes I wonder who thought it would be a good idea to leave me in charge of all these important things :)
Yesterday, I turned 35. 15 years ago - heck, even 5 years ago - I never would have guessed I would be here. But sitting in Uganda on my 35th birthday, I felt really, really blessed. Matt has been in South Sudan and out of contact since Saturday on a charter - and I really missed him - but the kids and I made the best of it and we enjoyed every minute. We had a special coffee delivery at the gate in the morning, a dance party, and after church sodas with Bugs Bunny cartoons while it rained. We had dinner at a friend’s house and happy birthday wishes from all over the world.
Last night, I said “I lived quite a life before this,” but what I should have really said is, “I am living quite a life!” It’s full, and I’m loved, and my hopefully not-too-many wrinkles tell an amazing story.
Old is awesome.
