Would someone pass me a tissue, please?
On September 3rd, I will be turning...
This September 3rd, I'm going to be...
Okay, I can say it. Here I go:
On September 3rd of this year, I will be turning (oh, tear...) 33 years old.
My heart is beating madly, trying to figure out where all the years have gone... how am I so old, already? 33? That's old, people! I know it's old because I remember when my mom was 33 and I was like: "OMG, mom, that is old! 33! Wow!" And now? I'm there. 33 years old.
But how can that be when I feel like I'm 20 still? I mean, I still can't cook. That well. I'm not a nikokira. (That means good housewife in Greek). But - I am a very happy and good mom to my children. For this, I am proud. And I have enjoyed every single year leading up to this 33rd. So I have a lot to happy about - a lot of great memories. But still - turning 33 is kind of like turning a page, you know? Next year, I'll be 34 and the year after that 35, and then I'll be almost 40.
Also? Besides the fact that I'm turning 33 years old on September 3rd, it also happens to be the very first day my son goes to school - kindergarten - to meet his teacher for the first time.
Um, talk about an emotional day! My oldest son, starting school (sort of, it's more like meet-the-teacher day) on the day I turn 33.
Again... can someone please pass me a tissue?