In less than two hours, I will be one year older, and sadly, probably not much wiser. Yes, good ol' 36 is breathing down my neck, mocking me, reminding me that I'm that much closer to the big 4-0.
I've always thought of myself as a fairly youthful person. Most people say that I look like I'm in my 20's (yeah, right), and I feel pretty good, most days. It's just a bit sobering that I'm one of the oldest women in my close circle of friends, and they look at me in shock and horror when I mention my age. "Wow, Julie! You're almost 40!"
Thanks. Thanks a lot.
We've spent the past several days celebrating my birthday (hey, why not enjoy it, right?). Here are some pictures from our celebration with Jon's parents last Friday.
By the way, don't be alarmed at that girl in the blue jacket behind Joyce, Mason, and Jon. I realize that she looks a bit precarious perched atop that bicycle, but don't worry . . . she's just a statue. :)
Mason's Grammie bought him this adorable backpack at Gap Kids in the mall.
Cute, huh?
We enjoyed the day together, and I thoroughly enjoyed our lunch at my favorite restaurant . . . yes, you guessed it, The Cheesecake Factory. Yum!
I will try to post again tomorrow on my birthday, but I can't promise anything. Turning 36 might just take the wind out of my sails and leave me despondent and depressed. I might not have the strength to create a blog post. We shall see. :)
Signing out for now while I'm still 35.