Another year older



Sunday I turned another year older.  36 years old.  I'm not sure how I feel about this aging business.  I don't want to be 20 something, nor do I want to be 40 something.  I liked being 35.  36 years old seems too close to 40.  I'm not ready to be 40 years old.  So, I guess I'll get used to 36. 

Another year older also signifies my kids are growing up faster than I like.  And there is not a darn thing I can do about it.  So, as I begin to struggle with my own aging, I also find myself in a sweet sorrow that I am far beyond the baby and toddler years.  That life is now behind me.  Lauren discovered 2 loose bottom teeth on Sunday.  See what I mean.  My baby is loosing her baby teeth!  I'm not ready!  She is over the moon excited, and has kept herself busy wiggling those teeth in hopes they fall out.  My gal knows this means she is getting older.  I know it too.  And there is not a darn thing I can do about it.  

Friday night was another relaxing night at home.  Saturday morning we awoke to an unexpected frigid cold morning.  It was unexpected because I didn't pay attention to the weather, which meant I also did pay attention to the water pipes.  So, as expected in frigid cold weather, the hot water pipes were frozen.  At least the kids' bathroom had hot water (this is only because it is in close proximity to the wood stove).

Saturday morning we spent moving all the bedroom furniture and carpet out of the remodel bedroom and onto the front deck.  I cleaned the mess, and Ryan hung a bit more drywall.  Then we headed out to Nick's basketball game.  Another win in the books for the Warriors!  Nick played a GREAT game and looked like a natural out there dribbling down the court.  I have yet to get a good picture of Nick playing basketball.  My apologies.  I must need a new camera.  :) 

Then it was off to gymnastics where Lauren was introduced to front walk overs and more back walk overs.  She continues to spend more time on her hands than on her feet these days...cartwheel after round off after cartwheel.  I pray for no broken bones daily.

Saturday night our neighbor's 18 year old daughter babysat the kids, while us parents went to the local Shenandoah Farms firehall dance.  It was a great time out of the house with no kids, and the band was pretty good.  We danced and we laughed.  Who we laughed at I'll keep quite about.  You haven't seen it all till you've gone to the local firehall dance. 

Sunday morning Ryan took me to breakfast, then we picked up the kids at the neighbor's.  I was happily greeted with lots of Happy Birthday hugs and kisses.  At home I received homemade birthday cards and more hugs and kisses.  Ryan gave me a blue sapphire necklace that matches my blue sapphire ring (if you look close you can see them both in the picture above).  We all spent the day being lazy, taking catnaps, eating BBQ chicken/ribs/cookie cake/brownies and watching the superbowl.  I was sung to by friends and family at least 50 times.  I felt loved.  I wished my beloved Grandmother Happy Birthday, and we both agreed we were very blessed!  Love you Grandma!  Here's too many more shared birthdays!