It's all a numbers game

Last weekend I turned 39. For the first and only time. I won't be one of those "39-and-holding" types. When I was younger, I thought I might be one of those -- after all, I did turn twenty-eleven instead of 31. Now that I'm here, though, I'm proud to say I'm 39. I am in the best shape I've ever been in. I have two beautiful children and a loving husband. I have two marathons* under my belt and, God willing, another on the horizon. I have been blessed with the ability (and the sense!) to surround myself with amazing, strong, supportive women -- something I wasn't smart enough to do in my younger years, hence the desire to be twenty-eleven! So I'm all for 39! And then 40! Life is good -- and I'm just getting
started!

* I have to confess to a little Freudian typo -- I actually typed "marathongs" and nearly spit Coke out my nose when I re-read this before posting!!