Dear Elli,
I turned 32 yesterday. Wow. That sounds like a very adult age, doesn't it? Good Lord. When did I become an adult? This is ridiculous.
Don't worry, though. I'm over the shock of being a woman in her 30's. And I know I'm still pretty darn young, as long as you ask the right people. (Do not ask a college student if 32 is old. Instead, ask someone who has kids in college. They always succeed in making me feel totally awesome about being a 30-something.)
And my birthday was great. I took you sledding. At Firestone Hill. Which, in my humble opinion, is the greatest sledding hill on the planet. I grew up sledding down that hill, and I only managed to get seriously injured once. When I was 16, laying on the top of a pile of teenagers on a giant inner tube while speeding down a huge hill seemed like a smart idea. 4-year-olds are significantly smarter than 16-year-olds.
We did not have any accidents yesterday, although I did receive a few stern looks from people who may or may not have thought that Firestone Hill is too big for a 4-year-old. Some parents are totally lame. I'm not one of them. That said, I totally love lame parents. Because they remind me of how freaking awesome I am in comparison.
So next time you tell me how boring I am, I'll drop you off with one of the lame-o's. They will probably make you wear a helmet to bed. Sleeping is dangerous business, you know.
Anyway, sledding with you was totally awesome. You laughed a lot. So did I. But your laugh is way cooler. Because little kids laugh without holding anything back. It's one of the reasons I highly recommend parenthood. The sound of your belly laugh makes the fact that both my right knee and my ass are very sore today totally worth it. Because I might still possess mad sledding skills, but I am 32 years old. My knee and my ass are reminding me of that fact today.
I want to thank you for an awesome birthday. For keeping me young. And for constantly reminding me how much fun life can be. Sometimes I forget. But you always remind me. Never stop having fun, Kid. And neither will I.
I love you.
Mom
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