30

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.