I turned 33 yesterday.
My family came up trumps again. Their thoughts, their time, their gifts…
This year I didn’t ache about turning a year older! I didn’t whinge about a number. I’m right where i want to be. I’m 33 and I’n very lucky.
My babies are healthy, I have a wedding date and I’m writing, really writing!
Plus i particularly like the number 33. Being born on the 11th, I’m quite attracted to numbers made up of the same digit.
22 was a good number! My 22nd year I returned from a ski season, had a good summer at home. And I met my husband to be! Although he didn’t ask me out till my 23rd birthday, the pre-date flirting, when I was still 22, was good!
I have good feelings about 33 too!