61

61 is the number of days until I get to celebrate my last year in my thirties. I was never one to try and hide my age...well, maybe those few years before I actually turned 21 but for the most part I was always okay with stating my age and not lying about it. I do the yearly kid about being 29 again but that's all.The clock will continue to tick and turn whether I acknowledge it or not. So I go with it.

Do I look my age? I don't know, maybe. Do I feel my age? Most days...yes. While they say kids keep you young, they also age you. A lot. I can't remember the last time I actually got enough sleep. And there are times that my eyes surely have been shut long enough and I still wake up tired. I thought going to the gym would help but all I wanted to do after working out? Eat and sleep...

This is me just a few weeks ago, on a trip we took to Michigan. Normally I am the one taking the pictures and rarely get a shot in the pictures but this one was taken either before or after I tried to wrangle the kids to sit with me. I think it's a nice picture and don't think I look like the big 4-0 is creeping closer. The guy at the makeup counter recently told me my skin was really nice and I don't know if he meant it or was just trying to make sure I bought something. Thank goodness he didn't offer me any anti-aging creams...

 I usually look at my birthday and am grateful that God has blessed me and given me another year with my wonderful little family. People make a big deal about Mother's Day or Valentine's...but for me? It's my birthday. Older, wiser and everything in between, I will take it all. Except for the wrinkles...ain't no body got time for that.