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Last week I had another birthday. Thirty-one. And other than the day I realized this birthday put me closer to the age of forty than the age of twenty, I think I’m okay with being in my thirties.
Twenty hit me hard. I remember driving around in my friend Amy Burr’s car as we lamented the fact that we were no longer teenagers. It was like as twenty-somethings we were supposed to be productive or something, but we just wanted to stay carefree kids. I was in college, had a major that I didn’t know how I’d use once I graduated, and I was pretty unfocused.
But now I’m right where I want to be. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying this is where everyone wants to be or should be when they’re 31, but this is perfect for me. I’m married to a man I love and enjoy the companionship of more every day, I have two healthy kids who make me laugh and make my heart hurt with happiness, a baby on the way who will add to the joy of our family, a family and extended family I genuinely love to spend time with, we live in the exact town we want to live with lovely friends who make me a better person.
Everything is not perfect. No, we still struggle with bills and daily aggravations, everyday we have to cook dinner and clean the house and put away laundry. But Hubby and I have a relationship with the Lord, and He somehow smoothes the edges and makes everything a little more perfect.
My dad shared this verse with me a few months ago and I keep going back to it: “Who am I, O Sovereign LORD, and what is my family, that You have brought me this far?” (2 Samuel 7:18). I think that perfectly encapsulates my thoughts at this time: I am further and happier than I thought possible at 31. And that makes this age just fine with me.
Last week I had another birthday. Thirty-one. And other than the day I realized this birthday put me closer to the age of forty than the age of twenty, I think I’m okay with being in my thirties.
Twenty hit me hard. I remember driving around in my friend Amy Burr’s car as we lamented the fact that we were no longer teenagers. It was like as twenty-somethings we were supposed to be productive or something, but we just wanted to stay carefree kids. I was in college, had a major that I didn’t know how I’d use once I graduated, and I was pretty unfocused.
But now I’m right where I want to be. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying this is where everyone wants to be or should be when they’re 31, but this is perfect for me. I’m married to a man I love and enjoy the companionship of more every day, I have two healthy kids who make me laugh and make my heart hurt with happiness, a baby on the way who will add to the joy of our family, a family and extended family I genuinely love to spend time with, we live in the exact town we want to live with lovely friends who make me a better person.
Everything is not perfect. No, we still struggle with bills and daily aggravations, everyday we have to cook dinner and clean the house and put away laundry. But Hubby and I have a relationship with the Lord, and He somehow smoothes the edges and makes everything a little more perfect.
My dad shared this verse with me a few months ago and I keep going back to it: “Who am I, O Sovereign LORD, and what is my family, that You have brought me this far?” (2 Samuel 7:18). I think that perfectly encapsulates my thoughts at this time: I am further and happier than I thought possible at 31. And that makes this age just fine with me.
