I’m 30 today! THIR-TEE. I’ll let that sink in for a minute. It definitely took me a minute this morning. Maybe even thirty. (See what I did there?)
It’s not that 30 is a bad age, or 30 is old (because it definitely is NOT!)—it just sounds like a grown-up age, and there are some days…okay, many days that I still don’t feel like a grown up.
But then I look at my life and realize I’ve been sitting in adulthood pretty comfortably for a while now. I have a loving husband—truly my partner in life. I have a brilliantly handsome little 2 ½ year old son. I have a job that many dream of having. I don’t have to go to work every day—I get to go—and I love that. I have friends who stick by me and call me out when I need it. I have family who loves me unconditionally—even at my worst.
I am So. Very. Blessed.
But the icing on the proverbial “birthday” cake today is that I am also pregnant with our second child. See what I mean? So blessed.
So—from where I sit, 30 may be “grown up,” but it’s also incredibly happy. And awesome. And better than I ever imagined.