What kind of question is that? Am I supposed to feel different than yesterday?
I woke up the morning of my big 3-0, back in September, feeling quite as congested and voiceless as the day before, kitty snuggled up to me as she is every morning, the sun streaming in, all accompanied by the sound of the babbling brook. Yes, the same wonderful way I wake up every day (without the congestion).
I looked in the mirror. Three strange thoughts occurred.
- Huh. I actually look pretty good without any makeup on. Kinda young and fresh-faced.
- Thirty? This is what thirty looks like? I've pictured thirty a lot of times throughout my years and I never pictured thirty like this. I look good!
- Wow. This is way better than twenty. Way.
You all know I'm far from conceited and practically cry every time someone gives me a sincere compliment, so please take the above statements with a grain of salt.
I'd somehow always pictured thirty as "old." Where are my wrinkles? The bags under my eyes? The shrinking lips? The expanding waist line? Grey hairs? Sagging anything? Spider-veins or weird spots on my legs? Non-existent.
When I was 24, the movie Thirteen Going on Thirty hit the screens. As totally vulnerable to pop culture as it may be, "thirty, flirty, and thriving" was permanently seared into my conscience. I always wondered, "Will I be?"
The answer is "YES!" an emphatic "YES!!!!"
And for your viewing pleasure, some photos of me through the decades.
|Does anyone else find it disturbing that my mother put a breast-feeding child in a shirt labeled, "Mom's Bosom Buddy?"|
|10 - Idaho (Yes, that really is me. Laugh it up.)|
|13- Freshman in High School|
|17 - Prom|
|20 - Dallas/Ft. Worth|
|22 - Cincinnati Reds game|
|24 - Grand Canyon|
|25 - summit of Nebo|
|29 - Bye Bye Birdie|
|30 - Christmas Family Photos|