Wait... I'm what now?

So... I'm 30. Like, for real. 30. I've been on this planet for three decades. As Wes and I discussed recently, that means I've officially been with him for 1/3 of my life. Whoooah! The thing is, I'm not experiencing any kind of major freakout. It's a touch surreal, but it's not bad. It sounds old, but I don't really FEEL old. I feel good. I've got an awesome husband, a great family, a beautiful baby, crazy ass puppies... and life's good.

While I completely reserve the right to change my mind and have a breakdown, for the moment, I'm very happy and grateful. Let's see how long that holds out ;)