I almost titled this post wrong.
I had to look at it again and think . . . hey! I'm not 32 yet!!!
This forgetfulness of my age is all Michael's fault.
Yes I am blaming him. What of it?
You see I met Michael when I was 23. He started my life over. He made me breathe different. Since meeting him, I have been alive.
So, in my head I have stopped at 23.
No I am serious. If someone asks me how old I am, I really struggle to not say "23". I have to think about it.
So, today on my birthday I may actually be turned 31 . . . but I just think of it as anothr day to spend with my precious husband and my family. This will be my 8th birthday spent with Michael and I hope to have 88 more to spend with him.
Thank you God for my family.
Happy birthday to me.