That's right. Our similarities are endless.
But like I said........
Today is my birthday. I am 34 years old.
How did that happen? I feel like I am still an awkward, gangly teenager full of low self esteem and needing attention. Except I am a grown up who is anything but gangly and I write in this blog to get the attention I crave.
I am a mother. A wife. I have responsibilities.
I am mature.....at times. I have learned alot getting to this ripe old age.
I appreciate my mother. I appreciate my mother's mother. I appreciate family and now understand why grown ups always say that "family is the most important thing". Because it is.
Christmas isn't what it was when I was young. It isn't all about the presents and Santa. It is about happiness, family, giving and smiles.
School isn't what it was. Instead of dreading the first day, I now look forward to seeing my children off to school and hearing the stories when they come home.
Mealtime is not showing up at the dinner table and eating. It is preparing, cooking, family time, cleaning up and starting all over again at the next meal.
Shopping used to be buying things for me. Now it is a treat when I buy myself a magazine.
Saturday nights no longer involve going out to socialize, drink, dance and stay up late. Now I read bedtime stories and look forward to bedtime at 10pm...if I make it that late.
Love is not a crush on an older boy or rock star in a picture. Love is my husband. Love is my children. Love is my family. Love is my life.
I guess it isn't so bad being 34.