Growing old is not so bad, is it?

I discovered that as much as my arms yearn for another baby, life is brilliant when everyone can use the bathroom themselves. (Mostly)

The key to a happy marriage is to marry Brendan J. Felix.  Holding hands, dancing in the kitchen, and kissing until your 12 year old daughter runs in grossed out horror helps too.  It's also beneficial to have him love me so much he'll make his very own, Team Lucinda t-shirt.  He's my best friend, and biggest supporter.

Having a daughter old enough to swap clothes with is funner than I thought it would be.  We'll see what happens when I start running around in pink polyester jogging suits.  With embroidered flowers of course.  And maybe even a kitty.

Talking about writing with friends isn't the most loserest thing on the planet.  I know it sounds like geek squad, but seriously, writers are slightly messed up and hilarious.  I found my home.

I think the term BFF rightly belongs to more than one person.  I've had some forever, I've had some I just met, and others that have been found again.  I'm constantly and pleasantly surprised at how the heart can love so many so completely.

I never knew why people wasted so much money on anti-wrinkle products.  Hello people, there's no stopping it.  That is, until I started noticing how many I have.  Ugh.  Really?  Do I have to have them?  People are going to stop saying I look way too young to have four kids.  Oh, and, Andrea who sat next to me on the flight to Washington, thanks for telling me I didn't look any older than 23.  (The lights were dim, but I'll take it.)

You can still learn after the college years.  I'd have to say that's probably one of my most favorite things about being a stay at home mom.  I have the freedom to focus on what I want.  And also get lots of hugs and kisses from my Nathan.  Playing with legos is also cool.

I like my thirties.  It's funny how your view of "old" changes as you age.  I've learned a few things.  I don't worry about a lot of things I used to.  I don't ever want to be famous.  I don't need 15 minutes of glory.  I just want to talk about books with my daughter, go on dates with my husband, watch my kids play sports and do well in school, and do my best to be faithful to my beliefs, my family, and my friends. 

So I guess I have to tell myself the wrinkles are okay.  I don't need people to tell me they think I'm 23, because I wouldn't really want to go back there anyway.  Even though I did have two cute and fat babies then.

I'm just saying, looking at all that has happened, I'm happy.

 
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  • 12/28/2009 10:07 AM ann cannon wrote:
    I think of my thirties with real fondness, although I was tired all the time. You're in the thick of living and your kids at that stage are really and truly yours. It changes. But then you learn to embrace that change, too.

    Nice post.
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  • 12/29/2009 12:07 PM Linnea wrote:
    I love my thirties too and have happily discovered that I didn't have to marry Brendan J. Felix to have a happy marriage. Whew! It's so wonderful to have a loving supportive spouse and all my kids at home!
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