I'm 30. Weird. I sometimes feel like I'm still 17.
Minus the flirting.
And plus a few extra pounds.
I woke up yesterday morning feeling pretty bummed. I don't want to be 30. 30-year-olds, in my opinion, have to take life seriously. They have to have it figured out. They have to grow up. They have to get wrinkles. They have to watch their metabolism slow down, decrease their high-heel mileage, and begin the descent into hating amusement park rides.
This all makes it sound like I'm turning 60 instead of 30.
So the day started out a little... meh. Bret either forgot, or didn't think it was important to say "Happy Birthday." (he's not a celebrater. It's just the way he was raised. Birthdays aren't a big deal to him. Although, for the record, he already took me out to dinner earlier this weekend.)
So I wallowed in my thirty-ness.
Facebook posts came.
Some even made me cry because they were so sweet.
Then my sister called and my little 2-year-old nephew sang "Happy Birthday" to me! It made me laugh and brightened my mood. (And Bret didn't totally ignore my birthday either. The man makes me laugh every single day and did make an effort to make me feel special.)
Maybe today would be good after all.
Went to church, where we had five, yes FIVE baby blessings. It left about 15 minutes for the rest of the meeting. It was good though. The blessings were beautifully given, special, and sweet. It wasn't as hard of an occasion for me as it usually is.
We got home around 2:30 to the smell of roast in the crock pot. Mmmm! Fifteen minutes later, the power went out. Uh oh. The roast had been simmering for 5 hours already, so it was cooked all the way, just not yet "flaky, fall-apart, tender" the way we like it. With no idea how long it would take for the power to kick back on, we stuck the roast in the fridge and headed to Mesa. (It's pushing the upper nineties outside right now. Didn't want to bake in our house).
This was the best part. Laughing our heads off with family. First with my in-laws, then with my fam. My sister made me a delicious little cookie-brownie number. They sang to me and I got to blow out the matches (no candles at Mom's.)
Then I fell asleep in the car on the way back to Glendale. Ironically, the power had only been out for about 30 minutes. But if it hadn't blacked out, we wouldn't have gone to Mesa. Truly, a blessing.
All in all, a lovely birthday. Sundays make it low-key but family makes it awesome.