It is my Birthday

I turn 35 today. My dog turns 12 today. I am starting to feel old. I decided that this is it. I want to stay in my thirties always.
Time marches on to quickly and my memory stinks. If it wasn't for my scrapbooks and photo albums, I would be able to remember the memories in my life. I can't close my eyes and feel the memory of when my children were small. It is gone. All I have is the NOW and the NOW is dissapearing so fast. Todd is maturing into a pre-teen who is currently cooking me an omlette. Which by the way is out of this world. He is old enough to COOK. When the hell did that happen? He babysits his brother now. He can stay home alone. I feel like I just started training him for that, but when I think on it... We have been working on that, little by little, for 2 years now. Nathan is getting taller and taller and better able to care for his own needs. Soon, he won't be a little boy anymore. He turns 7 soon. I can't remember him as a baby at all. That makes me sad. I don't remember him growing up. His childhood is gone in my mind.
Where did my young life go? Where did the fun go? I am 35 and just now getting it together. But, I feel like life is passing me by so quickly and I can't grab it to make it stay.