Today I am 30-years-old.
Three decades, the big 3-0, thirty.
I’ve reached the age of appreciation when someone glances my way and thinks I’m still in high school. Living with this misconception has never bothered me, but now getting carded is a compliment. It’s finally good to look young.
To my husbands dismay and my delight, the birthday celebrations have spilled into an entire month. It is a milestone after all. Who’s up for a lunch date?
Knowing this day was steadily approaching on the horizon I have been mulling over why I love birthdays so much. Being sad over the reality of getting older doesn’t make sense to me. Each year it’s one special day and I embrace it wholeheartedly.
People wish you well, it customarily involves good food, positive energy and cake. Ice cream and cookie cakes are my favorite but my sweet tooth does not discriminate.
Or maybe it’s because I have such fond memories of birthdays, like my sweet sixteen when I came downstairs to find my mom assembling a heaping mountain of kebabs for a surprise party and I thought nothing of it until later that evening when my family and friends scared the begeezus out of me. The day has always been joyful and well noted by my family and friends. I’m a lucky girl.
And although I cannot recount every single birthday meal, gift or card I’ve received over the years, I certainly remember the people behind them, which naturally is the true blessing.
On this day, above all others, I am overwhelmed with gratitude. From an orphanage across the sea to where I am this very day, I am humbled by where God has brought me and whom He has put in my life.
Life at twenty-nine was good and thirty will be even better.
Pausing from the ordinary scheduled program I want to thank you for reading, for eating with me, and for being part of my strange little piece of the internet.
As my mom would say…each day is a gift, make it a blessing. So, please enjoy life and all birthdays, one bite at a time.