Elise insisted that I wear a party hat while I blew out my candles!
Elise wanted to make angry faces for this pic- who can really be angry eating a Killer Brownie?!
So, I turned thirty last Monday... I didn't get depressed or spontaneously combust or anything horrible. I heard so many people talking about how awful, dreadful, and sad it was to turn 30. I wasn't particularly looking forward to it, but I didn't fear it either. I have the most amazing family- I couldn't ask for a better husband or daughters. I have exceeded many of my life goals and I am ahead of where I thought I would be at thirty.
While we have had to deal with some devastating news lately, I know that everything happens for a reason and it will all be O.K. If I've learned any life lesson in thirty years- it is that you sometimes have to realize that not everything is in your control (which is really hard for a life long control freak)!
Instead of a big bash, I had a few small celebrations- Brian took me out to a movie and dinner, Diana and I had a spa day, and Theresa and Katie took me to several happy hours. I did my official USAF Marathon registration on the 8th as a present to myself. I figure if you are at your peak of physical fitness at 30, then what better way to commemorate it?
I don't mourn the loss of my 20s one bit. Life is good at 30!
