43 And Me
Another trip around the sun means another birthday reflection. To be honest, I'm not sure where the time went; last birthday was spent in Poland with Husband , so to realize it's been a year causes a real head shake. The first part of 42 was without a doubt the hardest year of my life -- there were so many highs, but the strain of Husband being deployed will never really disappear. I am happy to say that 43 is starting off a lot brighter having all of our hearts together at home again. Seeing our family whole and happy is a gift that can't be replaced. The gray hair is certainly more pronounced now, despite recently being mistaken for a high school student (I contend the lighting must have been flattering yet really bad to make that reach). I feel the literal and figurative weight of another year every time I get down on the floor to play with Little Man and then have to get up again. Despite feeling my age, I've started re-committing to my health an...