30

Earlier this month, Peter turned 30. We celebrated with oysters and beer and friends and cake. I celebrated my 30th birthday a week later with the flu.



It seems so unreal to me turning 30, I never imagined what it would be like to be here. It is pretty nice. The sick fever brought on some heavy thoughts and feelings about life and self and lots of good inspiration for personal growth after a couple of days of feeling pretty down and well, sick. Or maybe it's the baby and being a mama, because I think that just hit me for real. Someone said recently that your thirties bring more happiness, contentment, and self-confidence.