happy birthday to me...

So, today I turned 30. It is not as traumatic as I thought it would be – 25 was really bad and thus I was not looking forward to 30. Per haps I would be more upset if I had had the chance all week to talk about turning 30 before it actually happened but, since I am sans husband, I haven’t really had a chance to dwell on it with another person.

I am sad that I can no longer use the phrase, “in my twenties” anymore. But, the more and more the husband teaches the freshmen college students, the more and more we realize that we are getting older and not the twenty-something year olds we thought we were.

How can I complain about being 30? I have a wonderful best friend and husband who loves me more than I deserve or could even begin to comprehend, I have a family who loves me just as much, I am going to be a mom this year and I have done pretty well for myself in my career path. I am happy, content, alive, healthy and taken care of. I can not be unhappy about any of that and so, I will celebrate being 30!

I am going to celebrate tonight with my parents and then my mom and I are going out for “girl time” tomorrow to the spa and shopping. She and I have not been out and about, just being girls, for months and months due to her preceding illness. I don’t care where we go, I am just excited that we can go out and spend time together again, she is my best girlfriend!