Goodbye early thirties. Hello mid-early thirties. Today at 10:08 AM I turned 32.
The social norm is for me to cringe every time I'm reminded that I'm another year older, and shudder at the thought of my mortality. But I can't.
I'm in such a good place right now. Perfect? No. Do I have everything figured out? Not quite. But life is really, really good. This year has been Hard. Capital "h" intended. But I'm on the other side and things are looking up.
I have two incredible boys and they're both in really fun stages right now. Neither of them are pushing limits or driving us crazy (at this point, at least). I get to work side by side with my husband at jobs to which we feel called with a staff that challenges us and encourages us as much as we do them. We live in a house that we love and continues to be exactly what we need. We have great extended families and a decent network of friends.
I'm blessed, simply by the fact that I have life and breath. Everything else is a huge bonus.