thirtysomething

So, I am no longer 30. I woke up Friday morning- December 16th - in the glorious town of Fairhope, Alabama as a 30 year old woman, and sometime during my father-in-law's retirement party later that afternoon (2:29 to be exact), I became no longer 30. I have no plans to discuss my age for the next nine years or so. From here on out, I am just content to be thirtysomething. K?

I realized today on the long drive home from Phillip's parents house that I really love my life. It has never been better. I am married to the man of my dreams. He also just so happens to treat me like a queen who deserves to be spoiled rotten (even when I act rotten). I have the most beautiful, even-tempered, sweet-as-sugar little boy on the planet. Phillip and I have wonderful relationships with our parents (who have over 70 years of combined experience in being married to the same person and making it look like fun - because it is). We are so fortunate to be able to have all of our parents with us this year on Christmas Day for the very first time. We have amazing extended family. We love our church. We adore our friends. We're never hungry. We are never cold and always have clothes to wear. We have more than we could ever need.

I used to think that 30 was old. My mom had me when she was 31, which means that on Friday I turned half her age, and at 62 she is most certainly not old. Age has only made her better, and so I hope it is with me. My thirties seem to be helping me recognize the value of life. Of relationships. I feel wiser somehow. More awe-struck by the gift of life. More grateful.

I have such a good life and I thank God for all of the grace and blessings He has given me over the past 31 years. I am so happy to be a thirtysomething. Now I think I understand why they made a TV show about it.

And the Christmas pictures are coming. Soon.