Tomorrow I will be 30 years old.
30 years old.
I’ve never been one of those people who “dreads” certain ages. I have always embraced each birthday with a sense of excitement, contentment and gusto!
30 will be no different.
My 20’s have been good to me. 10 years of growing… learning… dreaming… reaching… loving and moving in a forward motion.
I met my husband at 20. Graduated from college at 21. Got married at 23. Had my first baby at 26. My next at 27. My next at 28. And conceived my next at 29.
I lived 7 of the past 10 years in New York City working for Donna Karan. I pursued a life-long dream to not only live in New York City, but “make it there”… just like Frank Sinatra sang. And I did, along with my husband. We were able to create a “perfect” little life for ourselves there. And it was wonderful.
I bought my first house in my 20’s. My first house. A place to call home and know that I won’t be handing in my keys at the end of my lease.
I wrote and published my first book, Preconception Plain & Simple. I started Pinks & Blues (soon-to-be named Mom Generations) with my mother and sister. And I’ve watched our business grow…
I have met more and more beautiful people. And have made more and more wonderful friends.
I have had the pleasure of getting to know my parents and grandmothers as an adult woman and mother. I have delighted in seeing my brothers become fathers. My sister meeting the love of her life. And my parents become grandparents.
I have lived. And I have loved in my 20’s.
I have my husband to thank for the deep love that I not only feel from him, but have for him.
And I never imagined 3 (almost 4) little men entering my life and changing it so profoundly.
Not all before I turned 30.
It’s quite amazing to me.
And so… as I embark on my 30’s tomorrow… I can’t help but think and smile about the next 10 years and what they will bring me.
Where will I be 10 years from now? Will there be more children? Will we still be living in this very home where I am typing away in at this very moment? Will the gray hairs eventually pop out?
This is the exciting part about life… and I’m excited and energized for the ride we call “our 30’s.”