This is it.

Today's the day.

Apparently it's quite grand.

Actually I don't feel any less wonderful. I am tired. But I'm always tired. I have kids. This is normal.

I don't know what I expected about today.

I thought to myself, maybe,

Just maybe,

I'd get it now.

What it is I'm supposed to know when I've reached another milestone.



I remember teasing my sister about this very day two years ago. I remember asking her if she felt older. Now I think, "Well duh."
I also remember asking my husband how he fared, and he can't recall, it was so long ago.



So I am celebrating my birthday without words of wisdom to carry me through. Not that I really want any because I'm the type to do my own searching and stupidly fall on my face before the "aha" moment enters my brain, and my brain processes it. But, I get up, let God clean my wounds, and continue.



Why a milestone?




I was born, in 1980.



Yep.



I AM 30.

I know right? How can someone so vivacious be that OLD?!


I couldn't resist this face.



I guess being 30 means you need to grow up, a little bit more.

I'd like to think it means I can still be a little bit goofy.


And, now I can pin point why my back stays stiff, and my hands are numb when I wake in the morning. Darn 30's!!

I'm not going to worry about the aging really. I like to tease, I like to joke. But really, it's all good.


At least I sound responsible when someone asks how old I am after seeing my 5 children tumble out of our van. Something about being 29 with 5 seems like I didn't know what I was doing.


And, I'm clinging to the fact that I'm to have a 'child-like' trust in The Lord.





Happy Birthday my gorgeous self.

Looking forward to seeing where God is going to take me in the next 10 years.