This Is 36.

This is 36.

We love our families, and we need our downtime.
We nurse our babies but still occasionally nurse hangovers.
We can have a dance party at 3am on a Friday, and we can run a 5k at 9am on a Sunday.
We work hard to bring home the nitrate-free bacon.
We cook it too.
We love deeply and passionately and fiercely.
We are selfish & judgemental & bossy. But we're working on it.
Our faces are beginning to show the many belly laughs we've shared. Our hair is changing color on its own.
We still sometimes call our mother's house "home".
Sometimes we still get carded. And we like it.
We're confident in our short skirts and long jackets.  We do not teeter in 4' heels.  
We cannot be defined by one word, "wife", "mother", "professional"; we are all of these things.
We understand the importance of our girlfriends. But we still take them for granted.
We will travel across the country for the weddings, babies, housewarmings, and birthdays of those we love most.
We give - and get - tough love.
We do what we have to do in order to do what we want to do.
Self-doubt and inner fear have been tempered by time and success.  Mistakes too.
We claim that a cup of tea works wonders for relaxation.  But we know that a glass of Pinot is better.
We dream big.  We hurt big.  We love big. 

This is 36.