I've never understood people (mostly women) who lied about their age. If anything, I would tell people that I'm older than I really am. I may look ok at 44, but if I were 64, I'd look fantastic. My age has never bothered me. That's probably because I'm very immature. Truthfully, I've only felt like a "grown up" for last half a dozen years or so. I'm fond of the concept of mind over matter... If I don't mind, it doesn't matter.

I always tell people my age because I wouldn't trade a single one of my 44 years.

My blessings are too numerous to count. I have a fabulous life and everyday is a celebration, but today's joys were magnified by good wishes from fabulous family and friends. Facebook was a particularly terrific source of glad tidings. Such kind words... I really do feel loved.