I had a birthday this past Saturday and let me tell you, it was one for the history books. The good news is that I had just finally started to feel better and was off all the medications that I had been taking for the previous two weeks. The bad news is that if I had known what was in store for my birthday I probably would have preferred to have been medicated for the entire weekend. My birthday party started at approximately 2am when Shye woke up crying and barfing all over the place and it ended at the ER because Brian broke his ankle at a trampoline park and he will have to have surgery. All the good stuff that happened in between those two events (my cake, presents, all the sweet calls and texts from family and friends) ended up being kinda overshadowed. So I'm thinking that maybe I will have a half birthday on October 13th to make up for it. That will be around the time that Brian will be recovered anyway. Yikes.
All my goodies.
Pre-accident. Obviously.
Invalid numero uno.
Invalid numero dos.
As for turning 30, I honestly don't really care too much about it. I mean, I feel like I've been 30 since I was like 12, you know? My twenties were great in a lot of ways. I feel like I really came into my own and became comfortable with myself...if that makes any sense at all. I did a lot of things that I'm really proud of and let's just say that I learned so much from the things that I'm not so proud of. But I'm happy to close the door on my twenties and move on. I'm genuinely excited for my thirties. I feel like Brian and I are sort of late-bloomers. Most of our friends have already settled into careers, bought houses, and are pretty much done having kids, while we are still just getting started. I used to stress out about reaching certain milestones by certain ages but I've since learned that life isn't a race. Things will happen when they are supposed to happen and also, that there are things that will happen that you could never plan for. I'm thrilled to see where our thirties take us, to see what kind of opportunties that will come our way, to see where we will end up, and for the babies that we have yet to have. Oh I'm especially excited for those babies. :)
So, yay for thirties. Yay for growing up. And yay for babies.
I love my late bloomer.....you have the most beautiful spirit and i know there is so much good in the future for the Faye family many many blessings yet to come
ReplyDeleteYay for being a late bloomer! As cliche as it sounds, this will make you appreciate the easygoing moments of life soooooo much more. I promise this part won't last forever! The best is headed your way. :) I know you already know that, but sometimes it's reassuring to hear it. You look beautiful, as always!
ReplyDeleteYay for being a late bloomer! As cliche as it sounds, this will make you appreciate the easygoing moments of life soooooo much more. I promise this part won't last forever! The best is headed your way. :) I know you already know that, but sometimes it's reassuring to hear it. You look beautiful, as always!
ReplyDeleteI'm so sorry about your sucky birthday. Brian just HAD to go and steal your thunder. Sheesh.
ReplyDeleteI think you should celebrate your half birthday somewhere less dangerous. Like California.
I love your red lipstick. You are beautiful, my friend.
ReplyDeleteWelcome to the 30s! So far, I'm enjoying mine much more than I did my 20s.
ReplyDeleteRough birthday party. But you look pretty and you have a great attitude. About the late bloomer thing, we are there with ya, but I agree with Jamie, we appreciate the moments more. This may be a rough patch but your time here will be rewarded x22 soon.
ReplyDeleteyour husband is really awesome. and good looking. I wish I were married to him instead of you.
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