My older sisters warned me to watch out for the accidental 35 baby. I bucked the trend and had a baby at 35 on purpose.
Ella, in her frank eight year-old fashion, heard I was turning 36 and declared me “Old!” I just shrugged and declared that I’m not even halfway through my life.
I remember thinking my aunt was old at 30 and now I realize how young she really was. “Old” gets older as your parents age.
When I was 13, the only good thing about 30 seemed the guarantee of no acne. I woke up this morning with zit above my lip.
My kids worried that they didn’t have a gift for me. I told them the best gift would be no fighting.
I woke up this morning thinking, “I’m happy.”