I don’t sweat getting older.
I think I’m getting better with age.
39 isn’t that much different than 38, except I’ve got another year of life under my belt (and a baby, but that’s not a yearly thing).
40 is right around the corner, but let’s be honest, 40 is the new 30, and 30 was a pretty good year for me.
At 39, I’m in a great place.
I’ve got an amazing husband, 3 unbelievable kids, and 1 on the way.
I have parents and an extended family with whom I actually enjoy spending time.
I have a few close friends who absolutely light up my life.
I have a career that I love.
I have a roof over my head and food on my table every single night.
Today, I’m 39.
And it’s all good.
(And, because Monkey Girl saw me taking a picture with the computer and had to get in on it, and because I love that girl…)