A week ago, Steve was talking to his mom about my mom's visit and our upcoming birthdays and he made the comment to his mother, "Yes, Em is turning twenty-nine again." I gave him a look and shook my head. I don't want to "turn" twenty-nine again, nor do I want to lie about my age. I am thrilled and excited about turning thirty. My best guy friend (who is arriving tonight with my best girlfriend and their littles) mourned for a month when he turned thirty a couple of years ago. I am sure for some turning thirty is a big deal (remember Ross from Friends?)
I'm thrilled to be thirty, and I am tolerable of the three or four gray hairs that have made themselves known (for the record, they showed up long before I turned thirty). There was a time in my life where I didn't know health-wise if I would make it this far. I am so thankful that I am still here, that I have my family, and that I am loved and I love back.
Sadly, Steve is working out of town a lot as of late and just came home from two days gone and will be going again tomorrow afternoon for at least a night. His birthday is May 8th (and he's turning 31 and still not happy he's getting older). He'll miss out on family putt-putt (my choice of a birthday activity) and birthday tiramisu, but hopefully he will make it back home in time for a cook-out his parents are having on Mother's Day.
Speaking of mother's, today is also my mother's birthday. I share the day with one of the most wonderful women. For this, I know I am blessed.
Happy birthday, Mom. I love you.