I am 35 years old!

And I was 34 when I woke up this morning! I've lived a year in one day. Hee hee. Okay, that was a bad joke, but one that is totally my sense of humor.

I received 2 pieces of painful news today of people I love so I can't call it a perfect day, but in terms of my birthday it's been a good one. I've actually been trying to think about why I've been so happy about this birthday. I keep coming back to this one thought that I feel like I'm on a real adventure with my Savior right now. He's pushing me out of my comfort zone like never before, and I'm learning to be okay with falling on my face. I seriously feel like a child some days, in good and bad ways. Bad because I act really childish, but good because I'm living. I'd kind of sum it up this way: Just because I fall off the bike doesn't mean I'm destined to never ride. At 35, there are so many things that I feel like I'm just starting, and I'm looking forward to what's ahead, whatever that is!