One more day....

1968 Check out those cheeks.

Check out the tv on the background.

I still have that hope chest in my front room. It was my mom's.

I am told we were nearly 2 here. You'd never believe we were 8 weeks early , and weighed a measly 4 lbs each when we were born. We caught up fast huh? I haven't stopped yet!

again - the cheeks - and I do believe I still have those thighs and upper arms.

Today is my last day of "thirty something".

Tomorrow is the cliche Big 4-0.

I am not sure how I am "supposed" to feel.

I certainly don't feel 40.

I am most likely lived half my life. I feel like I should be a lot more reflective this year than I am. I could also have realistically already lived more than half my life. No one can ever know for sure.

Although each month that goes by, there is more and more of my mom looking back at me in the mirror. On one hand can be really cool, since my mom always looked younger than her age, but also can be very creepy when your mom is no longer living. Right now I am in the years that I remember her most vividly and had the best relationship with her, so the memories are plentiful, as are the comparisions.

I don't dwell there.

I do vow to be healthier in the next year than I have been in a long time.

I do vow to continue making the most of every day gifted to me.

Growing old is not a priviledge given to everyone.

I vow to try my best to embrace my age with only the occasional whine.

I have the wonderful blessing of knowing and caring for wonderful friends who are aging gracefully with me. I couldn't ask for anything more.

I have the wisdom to appreciate things in life that only growing older can bring.

A good glass of wine.

A gorgeous sunset.

True honest love.

The beauty of the world around us.

Awareness of myself.

The fragility of life.

The sun on my face.

I think I am a pretty lucky girl.