I'm 30! And, no, I don't feel sad about it at all.
Over the past few days I've had the opportunity to spend time with many dear friends, laugh a lot, and just simply enjoy the life I'm living. How can I be sad about getting "older" when my life is so good?
I've certainly been reflective the last few days, but I think that's as much about where I am spiritually and what God is challenging in me. I just want to say that God is good. He is the reason for the wonderful people in my life, for healing, for joy, and the multitude of blessings. But like a loving father, He doesn't want me to just stay where I am. So He's been pushing me, preparing me, and teaching me...even if I haven't fully figured out the lesson quite yet. I love Him. So much. I can't wait to see what He has in store for me this next year.
Now, I'm going to get sappy for a minute. Please bear with me.
I love these girls more than anything. They are my family. People may think they understand what goes on in our home, but really they have no idea. The level of insanity is much higher when no one else is around. We're just absurdly goofy. We're also encouraging, challenging, and genuinely best friends. I cannot imagine life without these girls. We've seen so many changes over the course of four years and we've been together through it all. I love these girls and I want the world to know it. This is why our home will be Cry Fest up until July 23. (I'm only 2% kidding. It really will be emotional as we prepare to say goodbye to this season of life.)
Now, let's end on a happier note, shall we?
The girls gave me tulips for my birthday because I love tulips. :) They also gave me wind up toys, bizarro glasses, a voice changer, and chai. They know me well.
On my 30th birthday, I had a bruised and scabbed knee. From jumping into a pile of pillows a few days ago. I'm pretty sure I'm not actually 30. Maybe more like 7.
I've been trying to learn to beatbox. I'm failing miserably.
I'm listening to Kari Jobe right now. Her album has changed my life.
I'm currently reading Bossypants by Tina Fey and Praying Dangerously by Gary Holloway.
I know The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song (rap?). And The Golden Girls.
Today I'm going to go to the gym and do circuit training. I've skipped a couple days. I'm 95% sure I may puke.
I baked this week and realized how much I miss it. I blame Mizzou for taking up so much time.
I see babies every day at work and I still cannot get enough of them.
I have no clue what my future will hold, but I'm going to predict awesomeness.
At 30, I'm still trying to figure things out.
Boys still confuse me.
I wish Jenny lived closer.
I'm making a list of goals for my 30th year.