...and today, my odometer rolled over again. I got that early-morning wake up rendition of "Happy Birthday" from my mother (which was on my answering machine, because there was no way on God's green Earth that I was gonna answer the phone at 7:28 this morning!)
I turned 35 today. I'm slightly freaked out about it. I am less freaked than when I hit 30, though. I guess I just feel like there was so much more I should have gotten done by the ripe old age of 35. I am quite happy with what I've got -- don't get me wrong -- but I felt like I should have left a more lasting mark.
So, I shall have dinner with my husband, daughter, mother, and stepfather tonight, and I will enjoy the wonderful gifts my family has given me, both literally and figuratively, and be at peace with my mileage.