I turn 30 today.
Last night amidst a torrential lightening storm, I stayed up late looking at old photos, as one often does, when times like these come around.
The image is poor, because it’s a scanned copy of a photo that is stuck to the glass of the photo frame.
But you get the idea. We’re happy, we’re in love.
Summer 2003 as an EFY summer counselor.
A few hours before Amalia was born.
You know what I realized as I was looking through these old pictures?
I was way too hard on myself. I always thought I wasn’t skinny or pretty enough. Silly. I guess that’s what a little age does to you. You realize your perceived imperfections or shortcomings were not exactly as dramatic as you remembered.
Now that my twenties are behind me, I still feel young in many ways, but I’m glad I’ve earned the perspective I have now.
I am thankful, humbled by the fact that I was blessed to meet & marry the person whom I love the most. To have children with him, & to watch life unfold in a beautiful, sometimes messy & chaotic, interesting way.
Here’s to another decade.
Here’s to 30.