32 years ago, I was born. My mother was 32.
I have her hands, her gray hair (if I wasn't dying it), her love of a bargain.
If you are only as old as you feel, sometimes I feel OLD. Did my sisters warn me I would feel this way? Rumor has it, my limbs and eyes and ears will be failing even more in my 40s.
I'm ok with thirty-something.
Most days.
4 comments:
Happy Birthday!!!
Oh happy birthday! I hope you have a great 32nd year. I will be 32 in November. Time flys by fast once you hit thirty. Hope it is a super special day.
I love you 32 years old. I love you any years old, really.
I like your self portrait photos! I have yet to hit 30 and I know it's just another day, but I am a bit fearful of it. But, if you can do it, I can do it!
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