38. Another year older. Strange how I don’t feel old, but my 20 year old self thought 38 was nearly ancient! I’m glad Scott snapped a few photos of me on my birthday. I may not like how I look in photos, but I know when I am old (like honestly old like 50 😉 I will want to remember what I looked like at every age. Ice cream cake and presents with the kids and then Scott took me out for dinner and a movie (American Sniper. A very somber movie to say the least. I have never walked out of a silent theater before, but talking just seemed inappropriate.)