Okay maybe not, but wasn't I cute!
|One year old me.|
Today is my birthday so I am shamelessly going to wish myself Happy Birthday on this here blog and encourage you to do the same.
|Maybe 18 months here.|
|5 or 6 and my first pair of glasses.|
. . . so all you
lurkers out there who have come and read my blog but have never commented this is the perfect opportunity to say hello.
|8 or 9 perhaps, hello toothless grin!|
|My softball career didn't last long, but my knees have fond memories. NOT!|
Anyhoo, I digress.
If you promise not to ask how old I am, I promise not to tell.
Let's just say I'm old enough to know better, m-kay.
Ya know, they say that aging is a state of mind, but would someone please tell that to my knees or my aching back or the wrinkles or the really blonde hairs that are taking over and the bags under my eyes, we can't forget about them, no matter how much we try to cover them up. Some days I wonder what in the heck am doing with two little boys. Supposedly they keep me young, but by the end of the day I am exhausted. I'm old enough to be their grandmother, their very "young" beautiful grandmother, but none the less, I'm that old. I worry about having enough energy to keep up with them, when they start school or when they become teenagers or when they graduate from college or get married, will I still be around? My own parents died relatively young by today's standard so if you average that with how old I am I should be dead in 20 years.
So far this is the oldest I've ever been.
But lets not think about that. All in all I am very thankful for my life and the people in it and I wouldn't change a thing, now lets get back to you leaving me a comment and wishing me the happiest of birthdays and making my day all warm and fuzzy.
Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me, happy birthday dear me, happy birthday to me.