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I think we were cut from the same cloth, Sarah. I too am a late bloomer (at 37) and am still blooming, I suppose. It's worth it to come into your own a little later in life - much more wisdom and comfort and ease. A genuine gratitude for the life we've lived and are living. Happy Birthday. You look GORGEOUS! By the way...my husband saw this as I was reading it and thought you looked twelve. Not sure if that's a compliment...but it beats looking...40. xo


Thanks Debbie! I agree being a late bloomer is worth it. I'm not sure looking twelve is what I'm after. Tell your husband it's all the trick of my soft focus lens and Brian Williams lighting;) By the way shut up your 37! I wouldn't have guessed that in a million years. Just another perk of being at late bloomer;)

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