29 and 364ths

Tomorrow is my 30th Birthday.

Why does that number strike fear into the mind's of so many?
I'll admit, I wasn't too thrilled with the idea of it all year, and I'm a little sad to see my 20's go. My 20's were great!! I had my beautiful babies those years, we built and moved (and built and moved, and built and moved and ...), and made some seriously awesome memories. Dustin and I spent those years not only building houses, but the foundation of our marriage and we deepened the amazing relationship we have.
We've grown closer to Christ and have seen first hand his amazing grace, mercy, and faithfulness to prayer.

Does turning 30 mean all that will end now? Does it mean I have to "grow up". No more bar-hopping, no more partying till the wee hours of the night, no more passing out and waking up on someone else's couch, or dating two guys at once?? Because in that case, I was born 'grown up'. I've never done that. Any of it. I married the only guy I've ever held hands with even. And I definitely don't feel I missed anything by not doing it.

What about goofing off with Andrea on scrapbooking days? Stupid pictures with Sharon, shopping with Marlene and Sheri, and plotting to kidnap Robert Pattinson with Shelly? (Ok, FBI Agent reading this, that's a joke! At least from me it is... Shelly on the other hand... she lives at...just kidding)
I'm thinking turning 30 should mean I can do more of all those things because ... well, just because it makes me feel better thinking that. If I can do all that now, why not when I'm 30??
Will God turn his back on me because I'm another decade older? Of course not! If anything, He's rejoicing that I am enjoying the life He's given me, and is encouraging me to keep going.

So I resolve to embrace turning 30 tomorrow. To be honored to join the club of beautiful 30-something women that I spend so much time with.

I mean really, what's the old saying? With age comes maturity?? Well anyone who knows me knows that's not true in my case!