So I turned 30 this weekend and it was so fun. In the week prior I went through all the feelings I think anyone approaching this milestone age would have, but I have definitely settled on 30 being awesome. I did my best to celebrate all weekend because, duh.
I didn’t change any stinky diapers or wash any dishes. (Thanks Brandon)
Brandon bought me beautiful flowers. And even though he brought them home with them hanging out of his backpack while he drove his motorcycle home from work, they made it to me mostly unscathed. Friday night was spent drinking wine and organizing my pinterest boards. Pretty much a dream Friday night. (Why in the world is there no way to bulk edit listings on pinterest? Does anyone else feel this way?!)
Saturday started my favorite way, slow. There was french toast and coffee involved. Brandon and Judah went out to run errands leaving me with that cute baby boy that lives here. Brandon’s family came over in the afternoon including my newest niece, Madeleine (born on TUESDAY) my sister in law is basically a warrior for driving down to celebrate with us. Saturday evening, Brandon’s parents kept the grandbabies (except Madeleine, she got to party with us) while we went out to dinner.
There were so many amazing people at my birthday dinner. Nothing makes me happier than having so many people that I absolutely adore in one place. We are so blessed to have so many great friends here in Charlotte, and even though our far away friends were very missed, I was definitely feeling the love from so many people that came to hang out that night.
You don’t realize how much fire comes from 30 candles until your eyebrows start feeling warm.
Here’s the thing about 30….You kind of know who you are at this point in life. (at least you think you do) At 20 I had no clue and that was fine, exciting even, but 30 is so different. It’s like you can stand on the foundation of who God has brought you to be in the last 30 years and you can walk forward knowing that truly what to come is an adventure that you get to go on as the real you.
I would never pretend to be someone who compares life to a butterfly, but here I go…. the life of a caterpillar is no less beautiful than that of the butterfly. It’s actually the same life, but the caterpillar is always working towards becoming his true self. The butterfly, after already finding himself to be what God has created him to be gets to enjoy his life from now on living in the fullness of that. That’s kind of how I am feeling. I know that I will never stop growing, learning, and changing, but I have walked far enough now that somewhere deep in there I know who I am and there is a confidence that comes with that.
At thirty, your friends also know you quite well, therefore making your birthday presents, bomb. (that phrase is coming back, you better start using it before you get left behind.) Seriously every single present I got this year was spot on. Including this cross-stitch.
On Sunday, my actual birthday, I woke up with the chugginton theme song in my head and my husband bringing me a smiley baby who wished to be nursed (a fitting picture to this stage of life). We stopped at starbucks on our way to hear our friend speak at her church, (grande soy chai tea latte, I know you were curious.) The weather was absolutely gorgeous. Good thing because I spent the whole service chasing Judah up and down the sidewalk outside. 😉 We spent a quiet afternoon at home while the boys napped and I put out some of our fall decorations. We went out to have burgers for dinner and then grabbed gourmet popsicles and ate them at the park while Judah played.
It was a very sweet day spent with my 3 favorite people, and I went to bed thankful for a weekend of celebration
and a life full of blessings.