Goodbye, Hello

These are my last few hours of being 31. I know it's ridiculous to count down your age in hours, but 32 is hitting me hard. I don't know why... I didn't flinch when 30 came rolling around. For some reason I am having a hard time grasping that I have been on this Earth for 32 years...years that have flown by...and in another 32 years I'll be 64...will you still love me when I'm 64? Life happens too fast. I want to have a freeze button that I can push when I'm laughing with my kids or when were hiking together. I want to remember what it feels like to hug little wiggly boys in their footie pajamas...because if I'm getting older, that means that they too are aging and I can't stand the thought of these early years being over so soon. I guess I'm just afraid of forgetting all of these feelings and moments that I have experienced. It seems that time dilutes the memories we have, makes them less real and I want them to be vivid in my mind forever...so for the next 32 years I am going to work on being in the moment. Just being. And noticing all the little things in the day. The little conversations over cereal with the boys, the warm arms that sneak around me while I do the dishes, the laughter that ensues after someone makes a bathroom reference (farts are very funny at our house at the moment). I want to enjoy it all. So, goodbye 31. I'm moving on...