Another Year Older

I turned another year older today.  I wasn't extremely excited about it, thirty one seems like a nothing year.  I didn't feel any different than I did when I turned thirty, and if I'm being completely honest, I would much rather be turning twenty five.  That was a really fun year.  I guess you could say I was having a bit of the birthday blues, not for any good reason, but I'm sure you understand.  Things are just starting to change.  I don't have the same energy I had in my twenties, or the same adventures, and my body has totally rebelled.  Not cool.  So this was the mood I was in as the sun rose on my thirty first birthday.

Luckily, it turned around pretty quickly.  Nick got up with the kids, and I got to snuggle back into my covers for another hour or so.  Then Nick walked upstairs with a cup of coffee, and my rug rats followed close behind.  They all snuggled into bed with me, and I soaked them up like the sun.  Nick and the kids played some games on the Wii while I sipped my coffee, a kid tucked under each arm.  That's when I knew I was being ridiculous for wanting to travel back in time, for even a moment.  My thirties have been far better than my twenties so far, and I'm only one year in.  I snuggled my babies up closer, and thanked my lucky stars that I was in that exact place at that exact time, and yes, even that exact age.  My beautiful babies make it all worth it.