My Fabulous Life

35.

35.

Mid-thirties.

GAH!!!  When did that happen?!

Growing up, you relate age to people.  Like, you look at your parents and think, “That’s what 50 is.”

My mom just shy of 37 when she had me.  And that was like, old.  She also happened to have 3 teenagers in the house by then too (surprise!!)

So here I am at 35.

Married 10 years to a man who treats me like a queen (he really is my knight in shining armor!), with 3 beautiful kids and a happy life doing what I wanted to (and what I explained when we dated at 22 – I knew I was going to be a stay at home mama.)

A bustling high powered career that my kids can bring me in to school to talk about?  Not really.

Yet somehow this bloggy thing has turned into something I never imagined it to (thanks to every single one of you!) and I can teach my kids how to be an entrepreneur while still being at home to wipe snotty noses and (fail at) baking cupcakes for school.

Is this the life I dreamed of as a little girl when I looked ahead to 35?

No.

It’s so much better than that!

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