Happy Birthday (to me!)

Well it's official. I am 37. I couldn't escape it. And to be honest, I'd rather be getting older than the alternative, yeppers. I was a teeny baby. Okay, I was teeny for 1976. I was just over 4 lbs.
Here I am with my Mom and Dad as a wee babe. No idea how old I was here but no matter. This is definitely the 70's, eh?
 

My Dad, Mom, and Me

Me at 1 month old

It's kind of hard to believe I am just 3 years shy of 40. It's not that I think my 40's will be terrible. It's not. I think it's just I feel like my time, time to have another baby, is slipping away if it's not already gone. But, then I come back to that place where I know I need to lean not on my own understanding and just trust that God really does work things out for the good of those who love Him. And on that note, I am just going to show some various pictures through the years now.

My Mom and I when I was four.

Thirteen.

Senior photo.

At the Marine Corps Ball in 1998 I believe.

On a cruise for our 10th Anniversary

Quite pregnant with Abby

In 2009 for our church directory

At the Mom Prom my MOPS group held in February 2013.

So there you are. A very brief overview of 37 years. I have been very blessed despite situations I used to wish away. Now I know, that I am who I am because of them. And, my life? It's not so bad. Not bad at all.