In my thirties...

So, I'm no longer 30. Now I'm in my 30s. Yikes. Doesn't that seem so old?! I never understood why people would lie about their age. I mean, who doesn't love their birthday?! And then it hit me. I do love my birthday...just as much as last year....but I do not necessarily love that I'm over 30 now. So, for all you people who celebrate your birthday, but not how many years it's been since that blessed day when the world was graced with your presence...I say, 'I get it. I won't ask you how many candles if you don't ask me.' ;-) ha ha ha Or maybe I will...but then I'll say '27' and hope one of my kids doesn't shout out that I'm not telling the truth the way I did to my mom when it was HER birthday one year. (Aaaah, childhood videos. They always seem to capture those moments you can't wait to relive over and over and over.)

On a good note, Logan's 7, Tyler's 4...and I'm older than my husband. ha ha ha He LOVES this part of the year. It's amazing how much age comes up in the month of June...and how little it comes up the rest of the year. Thank you James, for reminding me how important those 28 days between our birthdays are. ;-) On a brighter side...we're almost to the point where we've been together a third of our lives. That's pretty cool, though it seems like we've fit a lot of life in those years...more than 9 years worth. It's exciting to think how many more years are ahead of us...but for right now, I'm just enjoying how fantastic this one is. (Even if I am 'IN MY THIRTIES.') Eeeek!