Getting Older

This is the number I am today and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I usually am fine with getting older, loved the 20's, and really enjoyed 30-32, but now, I have issues. I have no idea why; maybe because it's two odd numbers together, which is weird as it's never bothered me before. Heck, I like the idea of turning 35, but 33 is just bugging.

Even though I am turning this heinous number, I must acknowledge how blessed I am. I have the greatest family and friends who never fail to support me when I get older, and who always make me realize how loved I am and again, how very blessed I am. I am so very, very grateful for all of them.

My mom especially rocks as she always has made a point to make my day a special day, even though it's so close to Christmas. Fabulous example: she spent most of the day with me yesterday, in the blizzard, ensuring I was able to have a great 33 day by traveling to food, to store after store, and then called to wish me a happy 33rd again. She's working at the Salt Lake temple all day with Papa Don so I'm hoping she has a great day as they have 88 weddings today and she may not have enough stamina to smile for that many. :)

As I write this, maybe 33 isn't that bad, but I'm holding out the end all verdict until I've been able to ruminate with the number for a bit longer than a morning.