I’m sitting here on my couch writing this posts feeling every bit of my 46 years. DIY is a lot more painful these days friends. Haha!! Still working on the kitchen floor tile. It’s taking forever because I’m trying to fit the work in between running my youngest here and there (8 1/2 months until he gets his license), and because my body will only allow me to crawl around on the floor for about 3 or 4 hours.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about growing older. I don’t usually think about my age much, but so many things going on in my life lately that have been constant reminders. Life is funny isn’t it.

Most days I have trouble remembering my age. I’m still 35 right? But then, these two walk in the room and I’m reminded that’s not true.

Or, my new daughter-in-love sends me a text with a picture of the dinner she cooked. 🙂 I have a married son.
Or, I talk to my daughter who is about to graduate college in December. I’m about to have two college graduates.
And then, there’s this guy. He just keeps getting better with age. I don’t know how, but I love him more now than ever.



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