Today's faves

A 2.5 year old little boy runs towards his mama as fast as his feet will carry him, with a big grin and a fist full of cars. One falls out of his sweaty little fist and crashes to the wooden floor....

Jack: Whoops-the-daisies!

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A 4.5 year old little girl who is much closer to five than four, sits on her mama's lap engaged in a conversation:

Kate: Mama, do you know Channah MON tana? I met her today.

Mid thirties

Today is my 35th birthday. This is a strange age.

I am not 22, with big naive eyes, staring at the world and trying to imagine myself in ten years when I am grown up.

I am not 27, more comfortable in my grown up skin, yet still feeling unsure of myself and where I want to be.

I am not 30, graduating out of my twenties and wondering why I thought I was grown up before at all.

I am not 33, well into my thirties, no longer looking back at my twenties and wondering where they went.

I am 35. Not old. Not young. Much less naive. Less optimistic about the future, but more comfortable being the present. So many people have entered and exited my life. Some I have surely forgotten, some I probably think about too often.

Thirty five. Not good. Not bad. Not fast. Not slow. There is still so much left to do.