It’s official. I’m 30 years old. I spent the last two weeks before my birthday pretending it wasn’t actually going to happen. Getting older seemed like a curse. Then, thanks to one of my favorite coworkers, I realized turning 30 is a huge privilege. Not only do I get the chance to turn 30, but I get to do it with good health and tons of opportunities in my future. So, I reframed my thinking and, so far, It hasn’t been so bad. Matter of fact, I have this feeling that it might be my best year yet!
To celebrate the end of my third decade of life, Super Husband secretly arranged several surprises. First, my brother-in-law, his girlfriend, and my sister-in-law all came to visit for the weekend. Second, when I walked downstairs on Saturday morning, I found my Super Husband’s parents sitting in my living room! They drove all the way to Kentucky to wish me a happy birthday and deliver my gifts (I have the best in-laws ever!!). As if that weren’t enough… he also invited all my favorite people to come to our house for a party last Saturday night. I really just had the best time… it was an entire weekend of fun and it was the best birthday I’ve ever had!
Here are some of my favs from the birthday celebration…
There were a lot of people who came and didn’t find their way into a picture… boo. I did, however, get a picture of Kimmie, Paige, and I cleaning up a giant glass of red wine that Super Husband spilled on my rug. Whoops. He almost set the house on fire too… he tripped while carrying the birthday cake with burning candles. He was a mess!
In case you are wondering… ALL of the wine came out of the rug. I was shocked… and relieved.
In addition to celebrating my birthday this week… I also spent a lot of time thinking about my sweet mom. Yesterday she would have turned 67. I always loved that our birthdays were so close together. Made for some fun celebrations.
I know there are a lot of people out there who have lost their mom…. especially those of us who are BRCA carriers… seems like way too many of us have lost our moms too soon. To be very honest, it sucks.
I miss my mom everyday. I have wished over and over that she was here to guide me through all this surgery stuff. I think she’d be pleased with the choices I’ve made. Even though she’s not here anymore, I feel myself wanting to have prophylactic surgery for her just as much as for myself. It’s like it helps me right the wrong that she endured.
All to say, I’m pretty determined to make this my best year yet… for me… for her… for my future kids. Only 61 more days until I can put this part of being BRCA+ behind me and move on to some bigger and better things!
Have a good week.