Getting Old(er)

:)  Today is my birthday.  My *ahem*  th...th...thirtieth birthday.  There.  I said it.  I'm 30.  This morning I looked in the mirror.  I didn't really look any older.  I don't have any grey hairs (yet), and only one wrinkle on the top of my forehead, put there as a result of having a three year old.  I'm half way to 60, but 30 years is a long time still before I get there.  And you know?  I'm becoming ok with the fact that I'm th...th...thirty.  (Although it is still kind of hard to say.)

Want to know a random thing that I think is weird?  My husband is 33, I'm 30, Ladybug is 3, and we have 3 kids.  Maybe this is our family's golden year.  Or not.  Either way, we've been richly blessed.

This morning I asked my husband to pretend he didn't know me.  And that he saw me walking in the grocery store with three kids in tow (here I did the little shopping cart dance. Know the one I mean, or does that age me?).  Would he think, "Wow!  That woman is 30 for sure!"  Of course he was smart and said no, he would think I was maybe 27?  (He phrased it just like that.  I totally put him on the spot.)  "Really?",  I said.  "You wouldn't think 26?"  :)  To be smart, he told me I looked not a day over 18.  Let's just say, that I do look over 18, and I'm actually happy about that.

So.  I'm 30.  And I'm ok with that.  Now I just have to change my sidebar.  What should it say?  A thirty something wife and mother....?  Nah.  Maybe we'll just leave age out of it.  :)