I feel kind of funny drawing attention to my birthday but it's significant.
I don't really want to say that word.
It kind of makes me laugh.
It kind of makes me nervous.
Does turning this age mean I'm a real adult?
The third decade is when big things happen, right? Don't ask me what sort of things, I haven't been there yet.
If the third decade brings as many changes as my second, it'll be an adventure!
In my twenties, I met Drew, graduated from college, married Drew, worked full-time, gave birth to Sage, moved from Iowa to Connecticut, gave birth to Kolby, moved from Connecticut to Houston, and gave birth to Levi.
It's hard to put into words what I'm feeling about this birthday. I feel nervous because I think I should have more answers, more faith, be a stronger woman, a more patient mom. I'm excited because I pray that I am embarking on receiving and becoming those things. I'm nervous because I pray that I start to become those things.
I pray that when I turn four zero I won't have any regrets. That I will have changed and become a better person.
But, let's not think about that yet!