35

This week marks another turning point in our family's growth. No, Dylan's not walking. Alex isn't tying his shoes. Dede's not handling long division. I had a birthday this week. I'm now 35. Half way through my 30's and knocking on the door of 40. Still, I don't think it's really any big deal. Some people try to make an issue out of their age, to me it's just a number. I should be 35. Most people think I'm a lot older than that - is that a compliment? Not sure, but still I think are implying that I'm mature beyond my years. So 35 works for me, for now....