33

Yep.  That's what it says.  33.  That's how old I have become.  Do you know what's weird?  I can remember being "younger" ... let's say, 20 ... and thinking that 33 sounded so old.  I remember watching tv, and if I heard a person's age was in the 30s, I thought they were REALLY an adult. 

I don't feel old.

I don't feel like I'm REALLY an adult.  (although I realize with 5 kids I am ... but still.  I don't feel like I am.) 

I suppose I just feel like me.  And being "1 year older" doesn't change me.  Not really.  Eventually I'll probably look in the mirror and it will all catch up ... even now I have some wrinkles which I'm not thrilled about.  But I think I'll always feel the same ... just like Honor.

So I've decided to not care about turning 33.  Bring it on!  The older I am the more wise I become.  Isn't that what people say?  For me it's true!  ;)

I am a wise, young at heart 33 year old.  Happy birthday me!