My 30th birthday is just days away and let me tell you what. I feel like a kid in a candy shop.
I LOVE BIRTHDAYS, first of all. I love EVERYTHING about them. (Especially eating out all day!!!)
Second of all, I am seriously pumped to say ta-ta to my 20s. Let me tell you why. Ten years ago, life looked a little different.
- 1.I don’t have to decide what to major in ever again. (From the girl who changed her mind like 6 times.) I think a major in parenting would have been helpful, but nevertheless, I’m a mom and I’m figuring it out. One poop-splosion at a time.
- I love my body a million times more than I did 10 years ago, even two babies and ten pounds later. Self confidence is a beautiful thing, my friends. (Still growing and learning, though!)
- I have an actual garage of my own to park my car (ahem, van) in for the brutal Midwest winters.
- The man I couldn’t take my mind off of in college is sleeping in the bed next to me, and we still love dating each other. (And he writes me the sappiest Birthday love notes that would put Shakespeare to shame. No pressure, babe.)
- I know how to make more than 3 meals. (Maybe not a ton more, but more, mmkay?)
- I get to go on trips. I love trips! “We take the trips. And we .. we take the … the … trips.” -Vince Vaughn, Four Christmasses
- I’ve basically been living a “30s” lifestyle for the last 8 years. Maybe now my friends who beat me to the 30s will stop talking about how “young” I am. I’m finally allowed to rock that 9:30 bedtime and smh at the youngins who “go out” at 11pm or sleep in beyond 8am.
- Being “cool” feels so much more subjective. I am learning to embrace who I am and what I love, based on who God made me and not what anyone else says.
- I feel a gigantic joy in my heart about the friends in my life, the family around my table, and the rumblings of incredible things ahead.
- After years of infertility and miscarriages, I have three little blessings who call me mommy.
I can truly say that I don’t have any regrets from the last decade.
My word for 2017 is courage, and I’m stepping into the new year (and decade) with faith and excitement. (NOT in the picture perfect sense as my days are quite filled with breaking up fights, picking up broken dishware off the floor, calling my husband for a pep talk.) But in the sense that I know the best is yet to come.
But I guess I’m older and wiser than I ever have been, and as I reflect on what’s behind/ahead my heart is all swollen with gratitude.
I count every single day I have with breath in my lungs as a divine gift. As is each day with our loved ones, little and big.
Let’s make them count, y’all.