Happy Birthday to Me!

I have been a horrible blogger lately. I blame the dissertation. And Leo. And Facebook. In any case, I haven't really been feeling it. I couldn't let a milestone pass, though. A far as birthdays go, this hasn't been the most exciting, but looking beyond the stress of everyday life, I realize that at 34 life is pretty good. Compared to life at 24 I have a husband and a son, a life plan, a little more money in my pocket, a flatter stomach, several half marathons under my belt, thousands more books read, more sunsets, more good wine, and more people to love. Most importantly despite the stress of grad school, the holidays, and raising a toddler, i am secure in who I am which I can't say for the 24 year old me. I know that I love and am loved in return. Really, who could ask for anything more?
Aging isn't so bad.