We know we are getting old when the only thing we want for our birthday is not to be reminded of it. --anonymous
I don't know exactly how I feel about this. I was told to think about my age as being "thirty-two-riffic." I can't convince myself to say that out loud.This year was supposed to be all about adding life to my years. In some ways I feel like a failure. My "new" things aren't very adventurous or exciting.
I spent the day with my family. Michelle, Kim, and Zac took me out to breakfast at Ruth's Diner and then we went bowling. Kim and I decorated my birthday cake (I told you it was addictive). My mom made my favorite bbq turkey and homemade peach ice cream. All of my grandparents came over and ate with us. I received some very nice gifts, including new dishes. It was very low-key day, but I didn't want it any other way.
I love my family. They make my years count. I hope I have many more years to spend with them.
