They’re Here

The thirties, that is.

The twenties seemed to fly by, so I’m feeling a tiny bit apprehensive about the next decade and how it’s sure to do the same.
In the past (very short) ten years, I’ve learned that blood is not always thicker than water.
I’ve learned that real love tends to show up in the least likely places.
I’ve learned that rock bottom isn’t as bad as you’d think it would be, because it means that there’s light if you’d just bring yourself to look up.
I’ve participated in almost eight years of a marriage that is so, so amazing that I have to constantly remind myself that I’m really freaking blessed.
I’ve been gifted three of the most beautiful children who’ve ever licked dirt off of this planet.
I’ve felt the heart break that comes with pregnancy ended too shortly.
I’ve learned that forgiveness isn’t a one time deal, but that it’s an active choice.
I’ve learned how to cook. Like, stuff that people can eat. And then not die.
I’ve received undeserved grace, time and time again.
I’ve had the eye opening experience of feeling a call on my life at age twenty, and seeing it fall into place around me at age twenty eight.
I’ve felt the precious humility that comes with finally asking for prayer, and then immediately seeing that prayer answered.

It’s been a good decade…but the next one is where I get to see my children grow (into adolescence!!! Holy cow.), where I get to move into my second decade of marriage, where I get to see what other amazing ways that I get to stretch and learn and grow. I’m pretty excited.

And also, maybe I won’t get carded for beer any more.

Thirty? Why, you don’t look a day over twenty-nine.

Love,
Emilie

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