As I get Older

As I get older, the more and more I realize, just how fast this life of mine truly goes by. I sit here and stare at the calendar and it is hard for me to believe that Christmas will be here in two days. I look at pictures and find myself starring in awe. I feel like I just had my son yesterday and yet here we are...eight years later. Where did the time go? Was I simply oblivious to it all? I see and feel how my body is now changing...this growing old thing is catching up to me fast. Every day is a new ache or pain. I look in the mirror and what do I see? Gray hair and skin that is starting to wrinkle. I use to actually have some what of a body...a size nine. Geesh to be that size again. In five years I will turn forty. FORTY!!! HOLY CRAP! With all that being said, I have had a blessed life, thus far. Sure, I have faced many storms, but looking back, they were just stepping stones to get to me where I am now. So yes, I might wake up with a new ache, but boy am I blessed beyond measure. Not only has time changed me, but it has changed who I am as a person. I can honestly say that I am proud of the person I am today. I stand up for myself and no longer allow others to run over me. I have learned to walk away from toxic relationships and I now speak my mind. Yes, I do all of it tactfully and for that, I am proud. I may not ever see the size nine in my clothing tags again, but I am happy. Sure, I would like to make a few changes, but for the most part I am a pretty happy person. I have a husband who loves me and adores me and has been there for me since day one. He has supported me and loved me through many of life's storms. He has listened and not judged. He loves me for me and I am thankful that at the end of the day, I get to snuggle up close to him. I truly believe that love is the greatest gift that anyone could give us. The older I get, the more I love my parents and the guidance they showed me. My Mom has and will always be my biggest fan. When the good Lord calls them home, I may be lost for awhile, but I can do it with a smile on my face because I know they are both Christians and for that reason, there will be many crowns. I only hope that I can be half the mother to James as my Mom has been to me. As time moves on, I pray that my son stays strong in the Lord. I pray God pours out his blessings upon him and leads, directs and guides him. I pray that the temptation for drugs never crosses his mind. I hope that he will always be proud to call me his Mom. If others could only see what I see, when I look at him. They might have a small inkling as to how much I love him. In my eyes, you are perfect. As I get older, the days and the years may seem to go even quicker than those before, but one thing is for sure.. I am strong. I am proud. I am happy. I am resilient. I am blessed. I am LOVED.