I turned 39 yesterday.
I remember when I turned another "9" -- 29. That was a hard birthday for me. The only hard birthday I have had thus far. I remember feeling a dread hanging over me. I liked being in my 20s afterall...there was no need to jump to the 30s. So, at turning 29 I was already mourning the loss of my 20s.
Thirty-nine was easy. It boggles my mind that I am just one year away from 40. Me? I feel so young. That is, until I get out of bed and try to walk without creaking. Or try to stay awake past 9:30 p.m. Or wake up with all the grandmas out there at 4 a.m. Still, I really have no problem with aging and getting older.
And my birthday was really beautiful (minus the fit Aliyah threw around 6:30 p.m.). There are times that I am surrounded by my family and feel warm and fuzzy. Yesterday was one of those days.