Happy Birthday...to Me

Yesterday was my 35th birthday. While I don't feel a day over 34 and a half, I suppose I can accept my new age.  I was kindly reminded by all the mathemagic in the world (Ev is closer to 18 than I am, etc. etc. etc.) that I am not young anymore...and I'm okay with that. Would I mind having the body I had when I was 20? Sure, who wouldn't? That said, if getting older means I now have a wife and kids that I adore, a mortgage because I own my own property, an earlier bedtime because I have a good career, then getting older just means getting to the good stuff. I had great fun in college, but none of it compares to 4 tiny arms wrapping around me to give me my birthday hugs.