32

Last week was my 32nd birthday. It is ridiculous that I am 32.  I still feel like I am 27, maybe 26. I am in complete denial that I am 32, have two children, one in school, and that I just had my hair colored to hide some of the gray.

I realized that time marches on, which is much better than the alternative.

I always make high demands around my birthday and Jim is always great at fulfilling them.  He made me a delicious breakfast and had presents waiting, with one hidden in the piano.

We went out to dinner at a hibachi grill with the children.  They were terrified of the fire, they spent the entire meal in one of our laps.

 I was horrified at the inappropriate comments from the "chef."  Let's just say that a hibachi grill at night in a college town is not an appropriate venue for children.  Too much liquor and innuendo for my taste.

My neighbor baked me a Texas sheet cake for my birthday. It was so sweet of her, and equally delicious!

For whatever reason, when I went to blow out my candles, I didn't take enough air and I only blew out one. Everyone was ashamed and Lilly had to help blow out the rest.

I hope the birthdays keep coming for a long time, and I hope that I will look back on this post and think about how ridiculous it was that I thought 32 was old.