How Old Do I Look, Really?

Okay, so I had a birthday yesterday, it was quite fun. I love it when Brad has the day off and we can just have fun and go shopping and out to eat, it was a perfect day. Except at the end, I had 1 breadstick and one slice of pizza from Little Ceasars and I was sick the rest of the night! That sucked. But besides that, I had a blast. I got some adorable boots, a new purse, (I finally moved from the diaper bag to purse, woo hoo!), some hats, some jeans, and a few other things. Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday to ME!!!! I told Brad that I'm not a child anymore, I'm heading towards middle age! I remember when Jason Sherwood (my brother in law) said he was 27 and I thought, wow, he's getting up there. Thats almost 30! So here I am, and I feel still like I'm 20. However, I go over situations that I was in in high school and I just think, "Wow, if I would have known what I know now, I would have told that kid to take a hike." Or something to that effect, but I think to myself, "How come I didn't?" And I realize, I'm maturing. I'm getting older, I'm understanding life and what's important and all that fun stuff, and that in and of itself shows that I am getting older. Even if I feel like I'm 21, and frankly, still look like I'm 21. I know I'm getting older cause I can admit I didn't know a whole lot back then :)