Wendy has another birthday!

When I was in my teens I thought it was ridiculous that people (okay mostly women) were embarrassed about their age.  I thought it was silly to dye your hair and I couldn't understand why teachers wouldn't just admit how old they were.  FAST FORWARD... I can't explain exactly how I feel about aging but I'm not totally okay with it.  I'm not dying my hair, but I will when I feel it's needed.

So why the change?  I think I judge myself to harshly.  I started university late, I got married late, I had kids late... at least that's what I tell myself.  Why was it late?   Why don't I just know in my heart that it was at the right time for me?  Why do I hurt myself by comparing myself to others?  Being home with my two beauties is intense at times but there is no where I'd rather be right now.  BUT am I okay with turning 38... I suppose when it comes right down to it I have to be because I am 38!

I had some friends over during the day - no photographic evidence sadly.  Once Kate stopped having melt downs about sharing toys I enjoyed visiting.  Ken came home and made a lovely dinner, my Mom joined us.  It was quiet but lovely.  Happy Birthday to me.  I've now got less than two years to process 40...  eek, must start processing...