30.
Crap. Really? I don't feel it. I was 8 when my mom was 30. Am I that far behind? Am I on a 'normal' track?
Mom, you were right. We all wish it when we are younger 'I want to grow up, so I can do what I want' always with the reply from mom, 'No you don't. When you are grown up, you'll want to be little again'. Preposterous.
I love my life. I love my fiance', my friends, my job....my life. But what I've give for another summer vacation at home with my parents and my sister. Waking up to humid Georgia mornings and the smell of the honeysuckles that grew on the fence between our house and JT's. Endless hours of playing in the sand pit in the back yard digging out houses. The anticipation of Christmas morning, leaving cookies out for Santa, and being so excited you could hardly contain it. As adults, we just don't feel that anymore. I can honestly look back and say I had the best childhood ever. Memories so good I don't want to forget them, but want to relive them.
....and with tomorrow, comes 30.






Bring it on......