Thirty and Flirty and Thriving

Today I am thirty years old. Please bear with me for some random reflections.

I have been on this earth for three decades and can say that I have never felt better. I guess being thirty means I can finally feel comfortable in my own skin.

I've got some wrinkles...the ones I notice most are the two vertical lines that form where my nose meets my eyebrows. Apparently I furrow my brow often. Matter of fact, I am doing it right now. Quinn sometimes smoothes my scowl-wrinkles out with his thumb when I am concentrating.

At this phase in my life I am wife, mother, and part-timer at the old trustee's office. I am busy. I remind myself often that I would rather be busy than bored.

I feel fulfilled in my roles and know that things are playing out exactly how they are supposed to be.

I love my family. My husband is pretty much the most incredible man on earth. This morning he:

1. made me french toast.
2. cleaned the house (even vacuumed!)
3. fixed the car
4. surprised me with a Kitchen-Aide (what the what!? I am so excited.)

Being a mother has introduced me to some new emotions. The love I feel for my children is intense to say the least and can sometimes only be described as ferocious (like when I screamed at the goose at Wheeler Farm for biting my child. I really scared some 5 year olds when I did that. I'm not really proud of that).

When I sit back and take stock of things I just feel really grateful for each and every breath. I feel full of love for the people around me. I feel excited and hopeful about the future.

Here's to thirty. and flirty. and thriving.