turning 37 (for real this time)
Yes, it's true. As of Monday, I am officially 37 years old. For real this time. And here's how I figured out that I wasn't really turning 37 last year.....
On my birthday last year, I told the world on instagram that it was my birthday and that I was oh so happy to be 37. A few weeks later, I mention during a conversation at the dinner table that I liked being 37. No, loved being 37. My sweet husband looked at me and said, "You are not 37. You're 36." I looked at him and said, "No way. I'm 37!" He said, "No, you're 36. I had to check church records last week for something and saw that you are 36. So you're not 37. You are 36." I burst out laughing, thinking of the ridiculousness of going a whole year thinking I was a whole year older than I really was. I tried to quickly do the math in my head, but I am really bad at math unless I have a paper and pencil in front of me, so I just had to trust him.
So this year I am telling people that I am 37 for real this time. And Noah made me a birthday card that says, "Happy Birthday Mom! You're actually 37!" It was the sweetest. So here's to being 37.