Jan 30 2002
You've come a long way, baby!
Yesterday was my 30th birthday. It wasn?t as traumatic an experience as I had imagined it would be. My memory is as sharp as it ever has been. My hands aren?t arthritic. My vision is no worse than it was a year ago. I have very good hearing. I have (just) enough energy to work full-time at a demanding job and to come home to the equally demanding challenge of raising a little boy. In short, I don?t feel old. I still feel like I?m 20.
Nevertheless, it amazes me that I?ve lived through three decades. I?m supposedly grown up now. I?m a wife and a mother. I own a home and a car. I have responsibilities. I make my own decisions. Wow.
I celebrated my birthday in a quiet fashion. It was special, though, because my parents were able to be there, along with my darling husband and baby. My mother made a nice dinner and baked a cake for me. I blew out all 30 candles. Hopefully, I?ll get what I wished for. It was a really, really good wish.
