That's right. On Saturday, I turn thirty years old. And I'm not dreading it. It actually feels like a somewhat exciting milestone to hit. I am exactly where I wanted to be when I thought about being 30 many many years ago. I have a beautiful family and am full of happiness; I cannot ask for much more. I've accomplished all that I have wanted to in my first thirty years, and I look forward to all the adventures that still await. I have a feeling my thirties will treat me well!
Becoming a "thirty-something" does make me feel a bit old, but hey, I don't even have any grays hairs yet! I do however have some perpetually tired moms eyes (parenthood gives you wrinkles), and my hands are starting to look more & more like that of an old woman's (why do the hands age first?!). But I feel great! So I'm choosing to be excited about this birthday and hopefully all the birthdays that follow.
While many of my friends have taken wild trips to Vegas, or Mexico, or Hawaii to celebrate their 30th, I will be home at 8 pm putting my kids to sleep. There will be no bottle service, no hangovers. No risk taking, no bad decisions. But that is okay. I used to dream of the day when I would have my own kids and sweet husband to kiss goodnight. I will be exactly where I have always wanted to be on my 30th.
My best friend from Delaware is flying in for my birthday weekend (which was a surprise to me just a few days ago), and I haven't seen her in 3 years!!! This will make my weekend even more special. And I will get a chance to sneak away for a least a couple of celebratory cocktails, it will just have to happen at the early hour of 6pm. Happy hour is the new last call!