Thirty Something.

No, not the television drama about a group of baby boomers in their late thirties. No, this is about MY thirty something. The big 3-0. Even as I type those numbers, my heart starts beating a little faster. Out of all my friends, I am pretty much the last to hit the big milestone and I just figured that it would be "just another birthday" but it sure doesn't feel like it.

I keep thinking about all the great things in which this past decade has blessed me with. My husband. Kaden Oliver and Logan Beckett, the two cutest boys known to mankind. Our first home. My career. Great friends and new family members. And I wonder, how will my thirties even begin to compare? Then again, this exactly what I had always hoped for. I wanted to be married with two kids by my 30th birthday. Mission accomplished. And thus my twenties will go down in the record books as my BEST decade yet.

And you know what? I don't have any goals for my thirties or what/where I would like to be before I turn 40. Is that weird? Why on earth would I have planned out so much of my twenties but not give a second thought to my thirties until now? This day seemed so far away but here it is, just four short days ahead. So instead of laying things out, I am just going to sit back and enjoy the ride. I know there are great things in store for me over the next decade, just gotta have a little faith that things unfold the way they should.