On the edge of a decade

Tomorrow, I'll be 30.


THIRTY.

A whole new decade's worth of years. I'll no longer be a carefree twenty-something. Instead, I'll need to put my big girl pants on and become a real adult. Since I'm thirty and all.

I had a great 20-29 years of life. Lets see, I graduated from college at 21, got married and moved to Fort Worth at 22, got my PHT (Puttin' Hubby Through seminary!) at 24, moved to Rockport and bought my first home at 25, and had my little munchkin at 28. If I had the time to sit for a few more moments, I'd probably be able to list hundreds of other awesomely wonderful things about my 20s.

Basically, I've been so blessed. There just isn't any other explanation, but that God has provided me and my family with love and grace over and over, year after year. I am so thankful.

And I'm anxious to dive into a new decade-- excitedly anxious, not nervous anxious. Age is just a number, even though I am much more cognizant of wearing eye cream every day (as opposed to a few years ago). I'm looking forward to new adventures, spending quality, memory-building time with my family, learning more and more about the God who sustains me, and just enjoying life.

And writing more blogs of course.