Most of the time I still feel like I am 20. Then I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The woman staring back at me has wrinkles. Laugh lines and crows feet. Her face is a bit chubbier than I remember. Hips a whole lot wider.
You know what? It's okay. I don't mind. I earned those wrinkles. I earned all those signs of womanhood. Creating babies, nursing babies. 34 years of laughing. Sometimes crying. I have had my share of heartache. I have had more than my share actually.
I wouldn't change any of those things. It made me who I am. I like who I am. I like who I have become.
There are some things I want to focus on this year at the ripe age of 34. I want to be a better version of me. I want to laugh more. I want to slow down and enjoy my babies before they are grown and gone. I do actually want to smell the roses. The lilacs too. I don't have dreams of seeing the world or traveling to far off lands but I do want to have more confidence in me. In my abilities. In my skin. Although a trip to New Zealand would be pretty cool. That won't happen at 34 though.
At 34, I want to buy our OWN home. I want to start the process of foster care because God changed my heart beyond measure in the middle of the night 3 days before I turned 34. I want to be a blessing to those around me. My husband. My kids. My family. My friends. Strangers. I want to have God shine through my very being.
So 34. Bring it on. I am ready.
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