I love birthdays. Mine, yours, complete strangers, whatever. I am the first to join in and sing for people at restaurants when they bring out the birthday flan and am a big fan of giving tiara’s to my friends on their birthdays. Because don’t we all deserve to be a princess one day a year?
I know I’m getting older and while not thrilled with any additional lines or puffiness under the eyes, I’m ok with not being 25, or even 35 any longer. At 43, (it seems a lot older when I type it than how I actually feel) I can run faster and longer than I could 10 years ago, my body is stronger and healthier than it was in my mid-20’s.
All in all, I’m happy to be 43. I’ve earned each and every one of those years. I have a wonderful husband who I adore, 2 great kids who I love more than I thought possible and a fantastic group of friends. I’ll take that over being 25!
Now go run!