Today I am 34. My friend was 34 when he passed away last Saturday. My mother was 34 when she lost her mother.
I remember the day I turned 33 I cried because I thought this is how old Jesus was and I had just heard about a 33 year old aquaintance that just discovered she had cancer. She did not see 34.
When I was 22 I could not imagine having a child as that was the age my mother had me.
At 17 I could not imagine being married. My parents married fresh out of school and just celebrated 38 years.
The years do not always make me feel "grown up". Today I feel like a little lost child that does not know what to do.
I am 34 and I am sad. But I will celebrate with my family. I will blow out the candles more for my boys than me. And I will make a wish. A wish that know matter when my number is called I will have lived a life that leaves good, happy memories. I will have lived each day and cherised it for what it was.....time. Time to talk. Time to hug. Time to just be.