At any rate, we are all older then we once were, but I am especially as I turned 35 yesterday. Gah. Thirty-freakin'-five. That seems to be the age where you're supposed to start being serious about battling crows feet and for the love of GOD don't have a baby because your eggs are dried up and it'll have eight heads!
Ahem. That might be a bit dramatic. But still...
Thankfully, this new season opened it's blooms with much less turmoil then all of that. In fact, my week has been full of the kind of kindness and love that I couldn't have built up to at 16 or 21. In typical Me fashion, I spent so much time dreading what 35 would bring that I forgot what 35 already gave me. I'm such an ass.
As it happened, the week has been wonderful (Flyers losses aside. Boo.)! A few weeks ago, this happened when I tried to take PJ to get a haircut. At the time, it was very hard on me, and I hadn't been able to screw up the courage to try for another haircut. In the meantime, PJ looked like a very blonde, silky Cousin It. So, my dear friend Michelle offered to cut it for me. She cuts her own handsome son Ezra's hair and was willing to brave PJ's possibly insane behavior. I was nervous he would claw her eyes out, and she was nervous I would hate his hair! Still, we faced our fears and set a play date/shear date and when I arrived, Michelle had baked birthday cupcakes with a Flyers there and made a delicious lunch to celebrate my impending 35-hood!
|Handsome after! Making his "cheese" face!|
So, I may have to start worrying about crows feet and dry eggs, and yes, I may have to worry about people not understanding PJ and having something nasty to say about it. I never have to worry that we all won't have amazing, loving, understanding friends and family around us, who will love my wrinkled eyes and my extraordinary Boy.
Happy Birthday to me!