Thinking about turning 30 used to make me less than excited, way less than excited. Now I think that if the 35 year old me could have given the 25 year old me a wee little glimpse into life past 30 I may have spent less time in mourning and more time looking with great anticipation at my future. After all, who doesn't want a little bit of this in their life! I'm just glad Grayson didn't go squirting off my lap. Lesson to all parents of littles out there ~ while the camera is shooting never stop smiling, no matter what the children do, don't stop smiling!
Times like this make me wish we could take photographs Harry Potter style. Kyle was jumping with excitement as I was opening his present. The present he made at preschool and kept hidden and *mostly* secret for almost 2 weeks. I say mostly secret because in a series of unknown events the necklace ended up moving from its hiding place under the comforter on the bed to being gathered up with a pile of clothes that got tossed into the washing machine. That and the fact that little sister is not good at keeping secrets and not less than 10 times in the past 2 days she came up to me smiling and saying my present was a "secwet" only to lean in close and whisper "it's a neckwace mama!"
Today I say goodbye to the first 35 years and look forward with great anticipation at what this crazy life has in store for me1
