So, what do you want to know about being 45?

I have been meaning to blog, particularly because I entered the blogging world as a way to journal my life. (I suck at journaling). With my 45th birthday come and gone, I should write something down so here goes.
Being 45 feels like being 35 with more wrinkles.
Being 45 means I got 25 years with Greg, who is the best guy in the world.
Bring 45 means I get to be the oldest in my running group.
Being 45 makes me realize that being nice to others is the most important thing in the world-though I am not very good at it.
Being 45 makes me really thankful that I got to spend the last 7 years teaching the best students in the world. The future is in good hands, don't be afraid.
Being 45 makes me happy because I get to see some of the kids I taught in primary grow up and become awesome adults and parents.
Being 45 is fun because I get to see my little boys grow up and learn how to be men.
And lastly, being 45 makes me realize that I would really like to have another 45.