I'm a few weeks into this new decade in my life, and I have to say, it isn't too bad. I mean, it's not like something earth shattering happens in that minute that you officially become older. It's not like I instantly saw more wrinkles or felt like I was getting around slower. It just was. Literally, one minute I was 29 and the next, I was 30. For the first time (that I remember) I was up at that minute. I was born at 2:07 and Kennedy woke up that night at 2:06. You can't tell me God didn't have something to do with that. I mean, come on. Chance? I think not.
The day I had been dreading for weeks was actually really great. I spent the morning with Mom and Lynn, who headed back home after lunch at our favorite Mexican joint. Then Dustin surprised me with a hot stone massage in the afternoon. To ease my old and aching muscles. It. was. goooood. I didn't drool this time, though. I promise!