Reflections on the big 30

I don't think I have had a birthday I have anticipated so much as this one. 30. Even to see that number a wave of disbelief comes over me and I think "me? 30, but I am just a kid". 

Age has never really bothered me, each year would pass and I would reflect but never for more than a moment. This year is different. When I think back on my twenties and who I was when I entered that decade I barely recognize myself. That decade held my highest joys , my deepest griefs and my biggest victories. I gave my life to Jesus at 22; an action that would determine the direction of every step since. At 24 I moved to Boston; permanently (although unbeknownst to me at the time). At 26 I married John; what a wonderful gift to move away and find a best friend for life. At 26 I buried my father; the most heart wrenching season of my life. At 27 I walked through Johns bone marrow transplant and the years after of health trails and the sweetest victories. At 28 my John was healed and rocking an amazing new immune system. At 29 I watched my husband struggle to walk; and after 14 months I watched him gain strength over strength and walk hand in hand again. And at 30 I reflect. On years that both ache and bring unspeakable joy. I look forward the dreams we have put on hold coming true, to days and weeks without hospital appointments, to travels and times of wonderful fellowship with friends and families.

No reserves, no retreats, no regrets.

Here's to the next 30 years...