I'm feelin' old.
Yesterday was my birthday.
I turned 28.
I have crease marks on my forehead and between my eyebrows from giving the "stop that" or "that's enough" look to my kids.
My skin is fitting less snugly to my body these days (and maybe buying jeans that come up over my abdomen isn't such a bad idea cuz then I could just tuck the donut inside and hide it better.)
Thirty is just around the corner and I can feel myself changing.
Bring it on.
Because the future brings with it more memory making with my family,
more time to conquer so many imperfections,
and more opportunities to recognize, appreciate and express gratitude for all that my Heavenly Father has blessed me with.
p.s. Birthday gifts from Brandon and the kids included a slew of power tools...sounds odd to some, but that is what I really wanted. (Cirular saw, reciprocating saw, power drill, 2 18 V batteries, a charger, and a working light.)
p.p.s. Carter is also potty trained. It took 3 days. Best. Birthday. Gift. EVER!