30

I turned 30 this year.  Apparently it's a bad thing.  30 is a number to be feared.  But I have to admit- it's not so bad.  It's all about perspective.  Something that must be an important lesson for me to learn- since the Lord keeps insisting that I understand it.  So often I get bogged down in the enormity of all the little things that I forget about the big picture and why we are here. 

I'm looking at this picture of Shaun and I as I type this post and I have to admit- there are a few wrinkles, and I'm not the weight I want to be and I need lessons in how to do my hair...  But each of those things paint more than just a picture of what I look like physically- they each give testament to where I am today and how I got there.  Those lines around my eyes are there because I smile and laugh... a lot.  Even with three little kids that drive me nutso- I laugh a lot.  The wrinkle in my forehead is from giving my husband "the look" too many times.  The weight is a result of three beautiful babies and evidence that I have never gone hungry. 

I am so blessed and I am happy to be 30, because of everything that has come with it.  Thanks everyone for being a part of my journey- I look forward to many more birthdays to come!