I'm Old!

Forty-five years ago at about 4:30 in the morning I was born in San Gabriel, California. Yep, that makes me 46 years old. Sigh. (It also makes me a California girl, which according to the Beach Boys is a good thing.)

I'm not sure the years have been kind. I'm losing my sight, my hearing and my hair. At least I still have an entourage willing to fix it for me.

And in spite of everything, I still have a devoted husband who makes me breakfast.

And kids who think I'm awesome.

I'm including these awful pictures of myself in the hopes that next year my pictures will be very different and these can be my "before" pictures. I think I have potential because I was a seriously cute little girl.

My all time favorite personal birthday post is still found HERE. It proves that I have done a lot with my 46 years, even though sometimes I forget.

I'm throwing these pictures in just to show that four people can sleep in a queen-sized bed, even though one of us ends up looking and feeling a little bit haggard. (I love that Baylie and Jalen both have the same arm thrown up over their head.)

And as a reward for making it this far in this post, I thought I'd throw in this gem. Yep, I've even worn a tutu. Who knew?