Thirty was always my old. Not old in the really old sense, but whenever I met someone and they had their life together and were truly grown up they always were in their thirties, so the big 3-0 was like my BIG age marker. But I don't feel any older than mid twenties. Is this how aging works from here on out.......the number gets bigger but my brain stays stuck at 25? I look in the mirror and my face is older and my life is very much grown up, but I don't feel it.
A few months ago I was feeling depressed about the impending doom of turning thirty. I don't even know why, but just the thought of hitting that third decade mark made me think about death. I guess it's because for the first time in my life I really have so much to live for, and so much to lose if I stop living. That thought alone got me out of my funk and made me realize how very happy I am! I am thirty and I have everything I could have ever wanted or imagined for my life. My very best friend is the person I get to walk through life with and we love and respect each other immensely. My daughters hold my heart in their little hands and I am so blessed to be able to stay at home with them and watch them grow. I have a baby on the way that I'm so looking forward to meeting. I have supportive and loving family and when I married Dan I got even more supportive and loving family. I have a beautiful home and nice things and endless opportunities. I don't think it gets any better than this, and just think......I'm only 30. I have the rest of my life to enjoy my life! Cheers to thirty.
Little Gina circa 1984