are they smile lines or crow's feet?

Once again the monumental day has come and gone this year. What day is that you may ask? Well, it was my birthday - a day that I really used to love until I turned, oh, about 18. No one loved being 17 more than me. I was young, thin, had lots of friends, a car, and very little responsibility. My parents trusted me (there was no reason not to) and so I had a lot of freedom. I could date without the pressure of getting "serious" and spend my summers playing softball and swimming. Life was great! Then I turned 18 and had what you might call and early-life crisis. It dawned on me that I suddenly had to move out of my parents' house, get a real job (I had only had a piddly little high school job that made no money), go to college, think about marriage, pay bills, understand credit, etc, etc, etc. It was all very overwhelming to me and I think I cried most of the day. I don't want anyone to be misled into believing that I led a charmed life with my parents - we had to work hard and do plenty of chores, but they took very good care of us and I really liked being with them. Well, it has been 12 years now and with a husband and three kids it is finally sinking in that I may have entered adulthood. AHHHHHHHH! My pores look huge and I have a nice inter tube sitting around my middle from these babies. BUT, after my birthday came and went on Friday I have been doing some evaluating. I actually wouldn't trade my life right now for anything. I love my babies and I love my Scott. I don't love my pores or the wrinkles around my eyes and I especially don't love admitting that I have turned th..thir...thir...well, you get the idea.

So a little run-down of my birthday... it was GREAT! I have a very sweet husband who took the day off work so that we could spend it together. Plus, as a bonus the weather was beautiful! We took the kids to the zoo, and then to Temple Square. Then my parents came down in the evening to watch the kids while Scott and I went to eat at Market Street Grill. It was really yummy and the atmosphere was really neat. When we got home I was surprised to see my sister Jennifer's car in the driveway. She had baked a decadent chocolate cake and came up with the kids. It was such fun. Plus she brought me a nice gift (Barnes and Noble gift card) and my mom got me the DVD of "Joseph and the Amazing Technicolored Dreamcoat." Both of which are perfect gifts for me. And to top off the whole day Scott got me a day at the spa (I must complain about my pores a lot because he said a facial may be just what I need to feel better). It was a great day and I feel really blessed to have such nice people around to spoil me. I have a feeling that maybe my thirties may turn out to be alright after all. I guess I should contact the morturary and let them know that my life hasn't ended with my twenties and I won't be needing that burial spot after all.