So…. it’s my birthday today.

Another year has passed, another year of crazy times, of ups and downs, of first times and of doing things for the gazillionth time in one day.

And I’m happy.

I’m not upset that I’m 34 years old. I don’t feel like time is rushing by… well, I do when I look at my kids, but for me, I feel great.

There are certainly things that I wish were better. I wish that I could lose 5 pounds and have better skin. I wish that I drank more water and less wine and went to the gym more often.

Actually, I don’t really wish I drank less wine… because up here in wine country? We drink some pretty damn good wine.

I have a wonderful husband who supports me. Both of my parents are in relatively good health and I have two kids that are great, if not a little difficult at times. But it’s all good. And I feel where I should be.

I have great friends IRL and great friends online. A community of friends that are freaking rockstars and support me and my writing and my blog and anywhere I want to go with all this craziness.

I moved to a small town 3.5 years ago, and decided to do the Green Acres thing. I wish I had paid a little more attention to growing my vegetables this summer, but instead was working on my growing baby. I wish I were a little more green, a little more conscious about the environment, but I cloth diaper and recycle and do what I can to the best of my ability right now.

It’s all good. It’s great actually.

I’m super super happy.

And I’m 34.

But seriously, with these wrinkles? I bet a little botox couldn’t hurt, right?