I turned 30! And I'm still alive. I'm only mildly surprised. I realize I've just alienated all of you who are over 30... except perhaps you remember feeling the same way. After all, when you turn 20, you have 21 to look forward to. When you turn 30 you have... umm, well you see my point.
To celebrate, I ran my first half marathon on the last day of my twenties, something I'd been training for for four months. (Read about my journey on my other blog, www.iamrunningthis.com)
My husband then surprised me with a birthday party where he rented a bouncy house and invited all of Will's playgroup friends and some of our favorite neighbors over for a wonderful afternoon of fun, complete with Qdoba catering so none of us had to cook or clean up from dinner. The toddlers ate like champions, the weather was perfect, my parents were in town and helped with everything, it was a wonderful time!
If you're looking for the perfect gift to give anyone who is having a big birthday, my mother spent hours and hours putting together an amazing photo book of my last thirty years. Since I grew up before the world of digital cameras for the most part, she had to recruit my Dad's help in transferring images from slides and prints, as well as choosing from hundreds of images and organizing them to tell my story.
It was such a heart-warming, powerful, and beautiful gift. Many of these photos, since they were in slide format, I haven't seen in years. Even the recent ones were often from their cameras rather than ours, and it was fun to see memories I shared but different photos than the ones we have.
My friends at the party enjoyed laughing with me over photos of my teenage years, and smiling at what a happy childhood I had, which is very obvious from those early pages.
It almost... almost, makes it easier to leave my twenties behind ;)