The Third Decade

My husband made sure that I had a well-rounded birthday last weekend, even though we had several other obligations.  Having all my friends together from different seasons, near and far away, was gift enough, but then Jason ordered me a cake that could feed 50 people (see picture below).  What's a birthday without cake for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and an afternoon snack, right?  I love him.

Thanks to all my friends for making me feel extra special, too.

I haven't mourned my teens or twenties.  I have this feeling that the next decade will be a bit of a relief for me.  I'm used to being younger than most of my mom friends, so maybe now my driver's license will give me some suburban street cred.  After spending a majority of my life wondering what I would be when I grew up, I am finally finding myself here- grown up.  Here-married with two kids, a house, and a minivan. 

My teens were filled with typical angst, depression, and neediness.
My twenties brought a lot of firsts and a mess of hard-knock lessons.
Now, I've got new dreams and good friends and more to be grateful for than I've ever had before.

Thirties, I'm ready for you.