43

I wish people would stop telling me I don't look my age. I'm 43. I'm young. I love this age. I'm glad I look young yet, I expect that will change over time. So I look younger, well...okay, yet,
here's what matters:

• I've got a great year ahead with, I predict, travel and most certainly, Love.
• Annalise graduates this year, and there begins my transition from full time Mom to whatever is next. (She's brave and adventurous like me and I'm proud of her little self.)
  
• I've made some decisions recently that are sure to upset some folks, but that I feel sure of. I think this is a benefit of getting older, when you know something, you know it. I mean when you know something so surely that you know it in your cells and your bones..it's almost scary, but it's pretty damn great, too...
• My Dad is healthy. He just turned 80.
• My grandmother is fading, she's almost exactly twice my age and she's still sweet and loving. She's one of the nicest old people you would ever meet and I want to be like her (except for the Alzheimer's) when I'm her age.
• Dominic led everyone at Trinity Center in a rousing rendition of Happy Birthday on Thursday and it was magical. (even Frank sang and he has a chip in his head and dragon tatoos on his forearms, and they hurt sometimes, still...that's a lot for someone who's always having to evade governement agents). Frank also met my gaze which is like most people jumping up and down and giving you a big hug.
  
• I don't curse the path that got me where I am cause I love it here.