The Death of My Youth

So, it is true, today I turned 30.  At my birthday last year I was sure that turning 30 meant the death of my youth.  I figured everything basically was downhill from there.

Silly 29 year old girl.  Today I am 30 and I am happy with every part of my life.  My 20s were great I had a lot of experiences that have made me the woman I am today.  So, if my 20s were amazing I am sure that my 30s will be awesome. 

During my 20s I learned a crap load of stuff.  I learned that marriage is awesome and that I married basically the best person I know. 

I learned that my body can do amazing things.  I birthed and fed three children and that I am way stronger than I look.

I learned that I can have the kind of relationships I want to have with people.  It is okay to let some people go if it makes my life easier and less painful. 

I learned to listen and not say everything that comes into my mind, even if it’s the truth. 

I learned to let people be who they want to be and not try to change them because if they were going to change they would have done it already so love them for who they are and use my “crazy shield” for the stuff I can’t handle.  

I learned that I really love the gospel.  It is not just something I do but part of who I am.  The opportunities I have had to serve and people I have served with have changed me in a profound way. I learned to recognize the Lord’s hand in my life. 

Well, 30s here I am.