On Saturday January 24th I will be 35 years old. Not that age really matters to me anymore. Birthdays only seem to be of any importance when they are special milestones and most of those happen in childhood. I remember that turning 10 was an awesome birthday because I was now in the "double digits". Turning 13 was another milestone because then I was finally a "Teenager". Sixteen, of course, was monumental because, well, I was 16 (and not too sweet either). LOL! Naturally, my 18th birthday was a huge deal to me because I was "officially an adult". Twenty one is another big birthday but I had just found out I was pregnant with Tanner so I didn't even get to have a drink to celebrate the fact that I was finally "of drinking age". After that, I quit caring about birthdays. I assumed turning 30 would have been difficult because you are leaving your youth behind or something silly like that but to me, it was just another number. Internally, I still feel 18. My mind feels as young and vibrant as I did when I was in high school. The only difference is that my body does not reflect the same youthful appearance. LOL! Once I discovered that my grandfather and I were peers in our internal age, our relationship changed. Instead of just the grandfather - granddaughter relationship, we became friends. I feel blessed to have been fortunate enough to know him this way. It has also helped me realize that growing older does not matter. Age is only a number, a natural progression. Who we are is what really matters.