I’m 37 today. I’ve never been happier to celebrate a birthday. I’m not even sad I’m a year older. I’m just glad I’m here. I didn’t really care for 36. It wasn’t really that great. But it was the year Charis was 7, and Meleah was 4, and Elijah was 1. So I’ll take the good with the bad. I’m wearing a few more battle scars. And my hair is certainly more gray (boo-hoo). But I am wiser, kinder and a bit more bold. I’m going to enjoy being 37.