Yep. 43. I am 43. Yikes. I’m old.
But, I don’t feel old. Sometimes I can’t even believe I’m a mom! They say you are only as old as you act – so I must still be a teenager 🙂
So, 43. 43 years. I am 43.
It’s a great day because I always have loved my birthday. I look forward to it and enjoy every single minute of it. I love my parents telling me the story of how I was almost born on the Don Valley Parkway as if it was the first time I heard it.
I’m sad when I think about the years ED has stolen from me during my 43 years of life.
Here is the good and the bad.
The bad: I am 43 years old and ED has lived with me for over 20 years of that duration.
The good: I have a lot more life to live and he will no longer be present. I will live more of my life without him than with him. That I promise.
So, even thought ED has been around for far too long, he won’t live with me for the majority of my life.
And that is my gift to me.