30

Thirty years ago today, at 12:55pm, a 9 pound, 4 and 3/4 ounce baby girl was born 18 days late.
And that, my friends, is how my story begins.



I love hearing my story. I just recently found out my Grandma S. brought my Mama potted red tulips when she visited the hospital. I didn't know that until recently. And I don't know why hearing that brought tears to my eyes.

The last decade has been amazing- there is simply no other word to describe it.

I became a college graduate.
A career woman.
A homeowner.
A wife.
A mother.

And while I know I've been apt to whine and balk at turning 30, I am in a good place to be OK with it.
I'm young.
And healthy.
Able.
Loved.

I am happy with who I am and where I am.
30 is just a reward for surviving your 20's.
It's just a number.
And I am lucky to celebrate this birthday and this day.
I am grateful to be 30.

I'm going to live like I'm living- to steal a recent statement from one of my best girlies, E.
So, thank you for letting me be your friend, daughter, mother, sister, wife, auntie, and blogger as I say farewell to 29 and hello, gorgeous! to 30.

Mama loves!