Peanut: Mom, your birthday is coming soon, right?
Me: I'm pretty sure I told you twice yesterday to start shopping.
Peanut: So, ummmmm, how old are you going to be again? 24?
Me: Ahhhhh, it appears, you figured out who Santa is.
Peanut: okay, so really how old are you?
Me: [doing the math . . . ] ugggg, thirty-freaking-five
Peanut: No. way. seriously?!
Ya, seriously.
That was my thought as I got ready this morning as I slathered on three different promising creams that I paid way too much for. All promising me a "youthful glow" and "firmer, tighter skin".
What's a "glow" anyway?
This year has been:
incredible
insane
challenging
amazing
roller coaster-like
character building
intense
freaking. awesome.
Some times I think back to earlier times when things seemed simpler, less complex, less stressful & less demanding.
I'll. keep. today.
I'll. keep. these. "glow-less" wrinkles.
And
my washboard forehead.
And in a few minutes........I'll be picking Peanut up from school with "Birdhouse In Your Soul" blaring .........She'll look at me like I'm completely ridiculous......then we will dance the whole half mile home & I'll see a smile come across her face that can pretty much RIGHT anything wrong in the world.
And I'll remember once again, that thirty five years goes by pretty freaking fast . . . If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. [thanks Farris]
[ Birdhouse in your soul ] - be ready to dance.
Happy. Freaking. Friday.
