Yesterday was Jay's last birthday with starting with a 2. He likes to call it his thirty eve birthday. Poor thing, the dirty thirty is just 11 short months away. Dear Lord, please be good to me when I turn thirty. I am already having a small heart attack about this and I have 3 years of twenties left.
Why is it, when you grow up, have babies, have husbands or even almost husbands, houses, cars, bills, bills, and more bills, those birthdays seem to become a little less enjoyable? Shouldn't be thankful that God has given us another year to spread His word, another chance to get it right? Yes. That is exactly how we should see it. But the reality is sometimes much harder to grasp than that.
Oh, well. 30 is the new 20 right?!
I feel sorry for Jay in a way. His birthday is so close to Christmas that everyone is broke come January 2nd. I feel like he gets the short end of the stick when it comes to presents, and celebration. But, no worries love, next year will be a celebration. We will celebrate with a New Years Eve, Jay's 30th Eve Bash! .....Black balloons and a walking stick with tennis balls in tow!
To the man I love with my whole heart, Happy birthday! I hope this year is filled with lots of fun, happiness, wealth, and good health (wow, that makes you sound really old!). Jacob and I love you to the "mood"!
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