Not sure about that, but definitely one year older. 38.
Not in a bad way. I've never worried about getting older - I am grateful for everything that has happened to me up to this point in my life that has led me to where I am now. And I certainly wouldn't wish myself back to my 20's. Not my best decade for a variety of reasons.
I just never pictured myself at this age.
I remember my mom turning 38. That's a weird thing to remember. To be aware of how old your parents are, and how old I was when she turned that age. My kids won't remember me turning 38.
Though, G-Man did make me feel old and sad today because of this:
Does he really have to go for the entire day? I love our afternoons together when L is asleep. We get to read and play and swim and work on our computers together.
Now I'm crying again.
I've been really weepy today.
This cheered me up though.
We're big Octonauts fans around here. More on that tomorrow.
The other thing that cheered me up? Facebook. You guys are the absolute best.