When you’re a kid, 30 seems so old. By my early 20’s I was already looking forward to it. It’s hard being an old soul in a world that values youth.
So today I said a fond farewell to my 20’s. My 20’s held marrying and moving overseas and having E, so I was in no rush to say goodbye, but not filled with any desire to linger either. There would be no 2nd 29th birthday here.
I’m looking forward to this new decade. Such a great blank notebook just waiting to be filled with adventures. It’s a beautiful sunny day after flooding here in Charm City. My husband brought me tea in bed in one of my gifts, and surprised me with my secret present, a restored 1930’s fountain pen. He said that he knew how much I loved the 20’s and 30’s and that he could think of no better gift for a writer. I love him.
So tonight we’ll eat a dinner at our favorite French restaurant. We’ll toast and laugh and look forward to the future. It’s a privilege to grow older, and I’m more than a little excited to see what this decade will bring!