Well,...

Crap.

I knew this was going to happen. I secretly hoped and prayed it wouldn't, but it has. Here's the thing, I am turning 30. Now, I know that there is no escaping the passage of time. It's just it's...

The big 3-0.

I am not sad to be entering my 30s. On the contrary. Just a little emotional. I need some more time to be prepared to enter into this new chapter of my life. I am not ready for it. Like Grover in one of my favorite children's books "The Monster at the End of This Book," can we stop turning the pages and give me some more time? Please?

In the story, Grover is told that there is a monster at the end of the book and he spends the whole book trying to stop the pages from being turned so he doesn't have to face the monster. At the end, the monster is him. Lovable, furry old Grover. Could this be a metaphor :)

10 years ago, I was still a teenager, for one more day. It seems so long ago, but just 10 years ago, I was in my teens :)

Tomorrow, 10 years ago I was/would be in my 20s!

I already got to celebrate my early birthday with my family and dear friend Stace in Chicago and will celebrate with old and new friends tomorrow with a birthday dinner thanks to my sweet husband.

Awesome ice cream cake surprise courtesy of Stacey :) 

So if celebrating with some of the people who are most important in my life is any indication, maybe 30 won't be so bad after all :)