At one family dinner, I was reminiscing about the summer I watched the Oliver North Trial with my mom. It was the summer before I went into the 8th grade.
Upon hearing that, my witty SIL commented that I was "born 45 years old".
And as I celebrate my 34th birthday, I am thinking about how "almost right" she is.I mean, I was watching Luke and Laura reunite after I got home from kindergarten.
I loved Journey and Chicago love songs in elementary school.
I was watching thirtysomething in junior high and high school.
And had crushes on my thirty-something Drivers Ed teacher and the high school boys varsity basketball coach.
So really, despite my premonition that I would die before I was 30, I couldn't wait to get there.
Today, I am 34. And my birthday is on a Sunday, which means. . . (yawn). But two things are for sure- being thirty-something is awesome, and birthday's are definitely better because of FaceBook. Plus, I don't have to change any poopy diapers today.
So Happy Birthday to me!