I had a birthday here not all that long ago. I am, officially, in my 30's. I haven't decided what I think of this turn of events. Don't get me wrong, I'm thrilled to be 30. I mean that. If nothing else, it means that I have managed to not do anything so stupid as to get myself killed. (and with the headlines I read on the news, that's a little bigger of a deal than it was a few years ago...)
No... at present I have been waxing poetic in my mind over turning 30. I suppose its this time of year. It's what happens when one turns a decade age. It's what happens when skinny jeans turn my boot cut jeans into 'mom jeans'....
Its the circle of life, Simba.
I turn 30 as a single mom.
I turn 30 as a woman finishing her UNDER-grad.
I turn 30 as a woman living with her kiddo... and her parents.
Yes. It. Happens.
I turn 30 as a woman who is finishing her undergrad & is making plans to get her Masters.
I turn 30 with a plan to buy my own home... hey, its a plan. I'm thrilled with a plan.
I turn 30 & I have a son that I adore. And I get to raise him around his grandparents & great-grandmother for a couple of years. And they adore him.
I turn 30 with a church that loves on me & my kiddo.
I turn 30 with friends who make me laugh even on days when I don't want to laugh. On days when I would rather marinate in my anger or self-pity.
I turn 30 with a family who NEVER ceases to amaze me with their ability to love me. And, after 30 years... that's kinda, sorta something.
I turn 30 as the mother of a little boy who... makes my every day.
I turn 30 as the Daughter of a King.
Turning 30 is looking better with every stroke of the key.