On Turning 30

I'll start with a conversation with my oldest:

Me: Wanna help me open some birthday presents, bud?
Josiah: Sure, what are you gonna turn?
Me: {hesitantly} 30...
Josiah: Wow, you're that old, Mom?

That's what I kept thinking! I'm that old?! Really? Because I promise, in my head I'm maybe mid-20s. When did I get to the end of that decade and jump over to the new one? Ok, only 3 days ago, but still. I'm pretty sure I'll still be shocked when people ask my age and I have to sputter out "30."

Alright, alright. So I'm taking it kinda hard. Yes. I am. I can't actually pinpoint why, either. I had some things I wanted to accomplish by turning 30 that haven't happened yet, but I'm ok with those now. Maybe it's just the turn of a new decade. Soon 30-something will be flowing out of my mouth like it's nothin'.

Leading up to my birthday, I kept whining about the new number. Thanks to all of my dear friends who encouraged me. More than anything else, most wrote that the 30s are the most fun...most exciting...and that life only gets better. Really? I truly thought my college days were pretty darn awesome. But I think what's ahead may be a different kind of awesome.

 I will admit, though, I'm having a hard time foreseeing what could possibly be more exciting than getting married, having 2 adorable kids, and moving to a foreign land. I mean, we're gonna have to take up cliff jumping or something to keep the excitement levels up! 

To welcome me into a new era, my dear friends threw me a party, including burgers, coconut cream pie (FAVE), games, and presents. Pretty much a perfect way to celebrate!

Seriously amazing pie. For someone to tackle this in a land that doesn't carry half the ingredients was amazing!!