What’s 36 like? let me tell you.

I’m sitting on a covered patio at my local coffee shop where I’ve ordered two drinks: iced tea and berry lemonade so I can mix them into a cocktail of my own making. I’ve just finished taking my therapy call on a walk. I’m on my period. I’m wearing short white athletic shorts and a maxi pad I have to switch out every few hours because having twins changes your uterus forever. Speaking of my uterus, she’s out. I’m not sucking in. Little rounded pooch sitting underneath my breasts. They’re coming out of a too small athletic top, modesty be damned. I have no make up on. A straw hat covers my unbrushed hair. I’m meeting my husband for brunch, we’re still in love. We laugh a lot and have great sex. We’re not perfect but mostly we’ve been through some stuff and just feel grateful to be here. I need to shave my legs, but I won’t. I am a woman free, comfortable and uninhibited in ways 21 year old me could only dream of. The best is yet to come.