a happy happy moment riding on a bike path through Zion National Park with my kiddos....I know I look a little crazy....but I was pretty excited to be in Zion.
Here I sit.
I write this with only a few hours left in my twenties.
My hair is pulled up, I'm sporting one of Robby's Ts (oh, and his socks), and I feel the green face mask starting to dry on my cheeks.
I'm drinking fresh made juice--a muddy combination of spinach, carrots, apple, and lemon.
It's extra tart, and I like it.
And just in case you think I'm so healthy sitting here at night with my green juice, it's only because I ate half a salty dark chocolate bar my grandma sent me......so I'm trying to balance it out....you know?
I'm looking at my (very lady-like....cough..) legs, still bruised from rock climbing over the weekend.
I hear giggles from the other room of kids who are making birthday cards
(and think I have no idea what they are up to).
I am excited.
It's here (finally!)
I've had so many people ask if I was dreading it......NO!
I welcome it.
Twenty-nine was rough.
We had some great moments--yes we did.
We visited some incredible places and saw God's beauty all over this wild West.
We were blessed and blessed and blessed.
But as I've found in my wise old age (ha), there are good years and there are bad, and twenty-nine kind of piled up on me--I earned a few wrinkles last year, fair and square.
So I say bring on 30! Let's go!
I can feel that things are going to happen this year. Wonderful things. A few years ago had you asked me where I'd be at 30, I'd have told you 4 kids (I was dead set), and feeling a whole lot more settled than we are now.
I have learned that life doesn't always go as planned (bummer!).....but I'm starting this year knowing who I am and what makes me tick.....and that right there is good enough.
I will continue to surround myself with worthwhile things and fantastic people, and work on sifting out poor influences and time wasters.
Only good things for this 30 year old.
whoa. that sounds old.