We are young.
I turned 35 today. It's easier to type that out than write it down on paper. I just feel as if what I equate this elusive "35" to be is so far from where I am. I am partly a grown up now I suppose because I go grocery shopping, I've been driving for almost 20 (!!!!) years, I just became physically ill while typing that last portion, and I have tiny people that call me "Mama" and demand that I put their needs ahead of my own (for the most part). I had envisioned waking up rested and refreshed this morning to greet the new number I am privileged to wear. Instead, I found myself quite awake and in tears at 4:15 am because my husband's kind plan to give me the night off was met with deafening protests from a teething one year old. It was a chance to catch up on my East Coast early morning birthday wishes on Facebook however, so there's the bright side. Sidenote, sometimes, I just throw commas into my paragraphs somewhat randomly because I'm