36

Something just occurred to me as I typed the title "36": Today is my 36th birthday and Chloe came into this world at 36 weeks. It's probably just coincidental but it's still pretty cool.

I am sitting here trying to think of something profound to say about turning 36 but honestly, it feels okay to me. I had a very hard time when I turned 30. I think that was because I wasn't where I thought I'd be in life-- we did not have children yet, my job situation wasn't the best, we didn't have a house or much financial stability. That combination just bummed me out (especially the lack of children). The only reason we didn't have children sooner is that we never felt financially ready. It was silly in retrospect because somehow, we have made it work. We still have no real financial stability but that has improved over the past year.

While there is always something else to strive for, I feel very blessed with my life right now. I have a husband who loves me no matter what, 3 beautiful, healthy children, wonderful family all around and an abundance of good friends. What else is there really? It's good to have goals and dreams...and I do have them! But for me, it's the people that I am blessed to share this life with that make it extraordinary. Regardless of how many candles are on the cake, what fun is a birthday if you can't share it?