Today, I turn 30. I'm not really freaking out about that. After all, I've been married for 5 years, I have 2 kids, a dog, and a house is in the works for spring. So, why shouldn't I be 30?
To be fair, I had a hard time with turning 25. That sucked. But, that was so 5 years ago. :-)
And, since becoming a mother, my whole perspective on birthdays has changed. It is not my birthday that means anything to me, but those of my children. For me, celebrating a year in their life, really is celebrating a year in mine. Remembering so vividly the day they were born, thinking about how much they have changed in the past year and how much they have changed me.
So, today, 30 years since the day I was born, instead of celebrating me, I want to say 'I love you' to my mom and dad. Thank you for 30 years of your love and support.
(Oh, and just because I'm 'ok' with 30....we're still gonna call next year 29+2, mkay?)