It’s my birthday. I turn 33 today. 33 seems like a pretty solid age. It’s 3 times more than 11. It has two 3’s. There is still a small chance I could live this amount of time twice more. At least once more I hope! I am hoping to get all the close-calls in the health department out of my system while I am young. That’s the plan.
I haven’t thought about: “Where will I be when I am 33?” much. Not at all actually. I did think I would be done having kids by age 30 (I tried to be done). Being 33 feels more like what I imagined 40 to be. I feel pretty set in my ways, my marriage is solid, I’ve learned a lot, grown a lot. I have lots more grey hair now and the elasticity in my skin is starting to be less elastic. I admit: I fear the aftermath of childbirth on a body in my 30’s.
This morning after I had a sprinkles banana cupcake for breakfast, I opened presents and cards from family and friends. It was so nice of so many people to remember. Thank you! The greatest gifts of today: I didn’t wake up ONCE to use the bathroom overnight, there were only 4 kids (usually 8 or 9) in my sunbeam class, and after 4 months of the subway not running on the weekends, the service was restored! But! I got to drive to and from church in my new minivan….oh the irony!