35 and counting

Today is my birthday. I am *gasp* 35! WHEN did this happen?

Age is just a number I am convincing myself. After all, what matters is how you feel, how you life your life and your accomplishments.

• I am healthy, feel and look young.
• I am happy and content where life is taking me.
• I have a wonderful, loving and supportive husband.
• A healthy baby is on the way.
• I have a great family and circle of friends.
• I have a job which I like.

I am in a good place in my life and I am very thankful for the blessings given to me.

DH threw me a surprise 30^th birthday with my girlfriends and now bam suddenly hello 35! Soon…. hello 40?

So why does it still seem like turning 35 is a big deal?

I guess what I am having a hard time accepting is I am getting older and I am midway to my “40s” and all that entails. Sounds vain, I know, but the decades are just going by so fast.

I didn’t want too much fanfare for my day today. I am working half a day at work. Then I’m meeting my girlfriends for lunch, then off to catch the movie “P.S. I love you”. After the movie maybe do some window shopping.

For dinner, DH & I may go to a Korean BBQ, Hibachi style. For my birthday gift, DH gave me the Kate Spade purse I wanted. :)

I feel like I am rambling today....

Question of the day: Do you dread turning a particular "milestone" age? (30, 35, 40, etc)