I Turned the Big 39 on Saturday! I know I know…Its realitivly young…or that’s what people over 50 tell me. But to me… Not so much.
I mean I remember when My parents turned 40…They weren’t young. I thought they were OLD!
I keep asking my children if they think I’m old and they keep kindly telling me “NO”!!
I don’t know if that means that I just need to grow up and start acting my age or if it’s okay that I’m not.
The year I turned 29 was remarkably different from my birthday ten years later. I had a 1, 3, and 5-year-old. And I was up to my ears in diapers, bottles, tantrums,library visits,laundry, Snotty noses,homeschooling,disciplining,trips to the park, lack of sleep, loss of self interests, and a simple hour alone.
While I Loved, Loved being a mom to 3 little munchkins I was going through an early “mid-life” of sorts…wondering what I had really accomplished in my 20’s. And I wondered at how 30 had descended upon me with such rapid speed. I felt stripped of my youth and my body had changed with the birth of each child. I was grieving leaving my 20’s and uncertain about my future.
But 30 came and went and I lived. In the past 10 years I have had one more child and entered a new season of having days where I see no living soul for up to 6 hours at a time. I have achieved some things that I wanted to accomplish. But more importantly when I look at my 30’s I think of it as the decade of
His handprints are all over it… in my children’s sweet hugs and kisses, to his tender promises lovingly scrawled all over his Word. From new friendships that have grown strong to relationships that he has redeemed. From his soft stirrings in my soul to the longings he has met. I have seen him through unanswered prayers, that would have been toxic to my soul. And I have felt him when I was a mess on my closet floor. He gently held me and whispered his truth to my heart. I have looked at him in my husbands eyes as he reminds me that his love for me is stronger than ever. I have touched the hem of his garment while I have called out his name in the dark night. I have tasted his goodness in the valleys and on top of the mountains. I have felt his presence in my fingers as I scribble out lyrics to a new song.
I am ruined for anything other than his service.
And so as I think of turning 40 next year I am not afraid. I think it will be just fine. I just wonder what this decade will hold….
This birthday was special. It was my last. And next year will be my first.
And than for lunch 2 more dear friends took me to lunch. And bought me a piece of my Favorite pie….Old Fashioned Cream.
And for dinner we had a dinner date with more friends to this cool place.
Which leads me to ask….Can’t birthday’s last all month?
On Saturday I had a donut courtesy of my guy and….Rise and Roll
And that was followed up by a massage and facial from 2 of my kiddos.
And than for dinner we took 3 kids and went to this pizza joint in town. It’s my favorite pizza…They grill the pizza. Yum!
Micah told me that he was going to bake me a cake because I have baked his cake for 11 years and it’s time I got one. 🙂
And to top it all off being on Facebook really gives you a boost on your birthday…So many wishes! It really makes a girl feel happy.
So on to my last year of being 30 something…I want to make it the best yet!
Thanks so much my sweet friends and family for making my day so special!