Feeling my years.

So I'm 37 now. My back hurts, my knees creak, and the years in the sun are coming back to haunt me. Most of the women I find myself hanging out with are younger than me, which can be a little hard on the ego. But I'm happy where I am. I have friendships with history. I adore those people in my life--even if I have to do it with them all the way in Texas. I have new friendships with women who like to laugh. I have children at an age where they can do so much more on their own, and they revel in that. I have a husband who has known me since I was 20 and still likes me at 37. I have parents who are fantastic grandparents and are a part of my kids' lives. And I have a younger brother, who oh my god, is a cardiologist and has a fun wife and three great boys. Now, that makes me feel old!