Do I feel old?

Can't tell you how many times I've gotten this question - most from my husband, har har, making fun of me because I'm TWO WHOLE YEARS older than he is.

Honestly, yeah, right now I do feel rather old. But that has more to do with the fact that I'm a little out of commission right now.

Normally, no, not at all. 30 is the new 20, right? :-)

And all I have to do to remind myself that I'm not "old" is think about how happy I am. I have everything anyone could ask for. A wonderful, loving, caring, supportive husband who smells really good. He does, really. An amazing, brilliant, talented, outgoing, sweet and (mostly) obedient son. A happy, smiling, sweet, easygoing, wonderful daughter who understands "no" at 10 months. A substantial roof over our head and the ability to pay the mortgage. Two quality cars with good insurance, plus the ability to drive them (although for me, there's a short-term hiccup in the ability to drive thing. But everything is temporary.) Two families that live close by so our children can grow up KNOWING THEM. I didn't really know my extended family. I still don't. And I wish I had.

No, I don't feel old. I feel lucky, although I don't really believe in luck. I believe in working hard to get what you deserve, although I'm not really sure how working hard got me the wonderful people I have in my life.

So, on the eve of my 30th birthday, even though I just ranted about the stuff my husband DIDN'T do, I'd like to take this moment to thank him and everyone else in my life who makes me as happy as I am.

Damn, I really am lucky.