a big one.
It snuck up on me. I remember forecasting from the ripe old age of 25 that I would be a little sad….depressed….or some other nonsense. Isn’t that the typical stereotype of turning a big milestone age?
My grandma always said she was 29 when asked. Even up into her seventies. I guess that was the best stopping place for her. I wonder what it was about that number. Was it an extra special or was it only special because it wasn’t 30. I will never know.
But, I don’t wish to be another age. This one is just fine.
I took the day off work and decided to make that a yearly tradition. Even as Mae gets older she will still be out of school in July and I hope that we can have lots more just mommy and bebe days.
This birthday was as low-key as they get. My parents came over in the morning for our family tradition of birthday pancakes. I have had a box of gluten-free pancake mix lying around for a while and decide to give it a go….well, my dad’s response was “tastes like recycled cardboard”. Needless to say, it wasn’t a hit but we had sausage on the side and managed to salvage the meal.
Then off to the farm to take a walk we went.
Yesterday’s weather was unbelievably nice. High of 79 with a nice cool breeze. If the air had had a touch of salt spray I would have sworn I was staying on the beach. There wasn’t even a hint of a Missouri muggy July. Papa requested that I order in the same type of weather for my next birthday as well.
We had lunch out in town with Yaya and I rounded out the afternoon with a massage that happened to fall on my birthday by pure dumb luck.
When I mentioned my birthday to my masseur she commented with excitement that 35 is such a fun age. I am not sure I responded because I was drifting to sleep thinking about that statement……From my perspective:
Thirty-five is an exciting age.
Thirty five is the age of responsibility.
Thirty-five is the age of soul-searching.
Thirty-five is the age of family time.
Thirty-five is the age of hard work and planning.
It never occurred to me to think of this age as one of FUN. I think I will have to give this all some more thought. Because until yesterday, I didn’t realize that thirty-five is the age of whatever I want it be.