It's my birthday! A pretty big one, too. Thirty years old. I will admit that I was looking forward to this one about as much as one looks forward to a root canal. You can say that age is just a number, but tell that to my persistent grey hairs. How could I be turning 30? My 20s didn't feel long enough. Am I at the age where I'm going to get weird looks from teenagers if I'm shopping in the Juniors section at a department store? Maybe I shouldn't have shared that. Am I too old to be just as anxious to see an animated film as my kids are?
But then the most glorious thing happened. I woke up on the birthday and 30 felt just like 29!!
My birthday started in the best possible way, with a handmade birthday card from my kids (with some help from my surprisingly crafty husband). Then a fabulous morning massage and a trip to the Science Museum with my kiddos and mom. To wrap things up we took in dinner over a game of bowling. When I read back my birthday activities I could have been turning 10. But that's just it I guess. On paper I can be 30 but in my mind I can be however old I want to be. Aw, I just found my happy place.
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