Reflections

So, this past week I turned 30. I think it might take all year for that to sink in. In my head, I don't feel any different than I did at 20 or 21. In fact, we went out Friday night for both of our birthdays (Matt's is a few days after mine. He'll be 31!!) and when we came back, I told our babysitter how old I was. She said (and I quote) "you don't dress like you're 30". My babysitter is 18. I took that as a huge compliment. She even liked my shoes. Now, I don't dress like a teenager that's for sure, but I refuse to dress in crappy clothes anymore. So, I probably dress better now than I ever have before. I also look lots younger than I am. Most people are a bit surprised when they find out my real age. My body (which I hide with my nice clothes) shows the results of nursing two babies, having two c-sections, and lots of late night eating. In talking to my Grandma about it, she said that she loved her 30 year old body and is hoping that's the body she gets in the resurrection.:) What I am surprised about is how fast time is moving. As a teenager, it moved so slowly. On my mission, that 18 months at first seemed so long. Now those 18 months seem to have gone by so quickly. We've also moved a lot in the last few years. We'll only be here until December, and I've said a few times, that I don't want to make anymore friends here because it just takes too much effort. Their response is that a year is a long time. Um, no it is not. It goes by so fast!!!! (actually I'm hoping it flies this year because this city is driving me crazy.) Basically, it is mind boggling that I'm this old. Hopefully this year I will become more comfortable with it, and feel good about it. I have accomplished many things since I turned 20, which I am proud of. Hopefully when I turn 40 I won't be so shocked. That it will come easier than this birthday of 30......and that I'll be a whole lot smarter and wiser too.