Happy Birthday to Me

"So I turned 30 today," she said quietly. Spoken matter-of-factly so as not to create a fuss, while secretly hoping a fuss would be made...

Yes, its true, I turned 30 today (aren't I brave broadcasting that number in this public forum). To some of you that sounds young. To others, it probably sounds old.

To me, well, I don't feel any different. I feel the same age I did yesterday... 24.

Although I don't feel any different, I am not crazy about the thought that I am in my 30s. It makes me a little sad. At least for the moment...

Mya was very excited that today is my birthday. That is something I miss about childhood. Birthday's were a big deal. They still are. But they seem to loose the magical feel and start to become a little more ordinary the older I get.

I remember not being able to sleep the night before my birthday when I was little. Definately not the case this time around.

My kids sang happy birthday to me this morning. Unprompted. On there own. It was fun. I told Mya it was a great birthday present. She quickly told me it wasn't a present.

I remember asking my mom what she wanted for her birthday when I was younger. She would usually ask for a clean kitchen, or something like that. I never understood her reasoning. Why would you ask for something that would be undone the next day or sooner. I am starting to understand a little better.

I will probably ask for the same thing some day.

Today I think I will ask the boys to play quietly without fighting. That would be a great present.

Probably not going to happen.

Actually, it didn't happen. But they are playing quietly without fighting at this moment.

Happy Birthday to me.