Happy 30th John!

I really cannot believe that my husband is 30 years old. I think I was more saddened by this last night than John was. We had driven up to Scottsdale to go for dinner and celebrate my Dad's 50th and Aunt's birthday (happy Birthday guys!) and were driving home around 10 with no Tula and Mav passed out in the backseat. Talking about being 30, about John not being in his twenties anymore. I must not have been making him feel any better cause I just saying "I can't believe you are really this old....aren't you sad...your twenties are over..." and a bunch of other really annoying things that I am pretty sure if John says to me in my last two hours of being twenty-something I will flip a lid. really, I was thinking about me too. That I couldn't believe this was MY last night crawling into bed with a "twenty-something" husband, or MY last couple hours married to someone who wasn't thirty. Selfish, maybe. But don't we all use other people's circumstances as an indicator of our own situation. To but it bluntly, having my husband turning thirty made ME feel old.

But this morning, we woke up, and everything was the same. Sometimes, for me, things feel so much bigger before they happen than when they really do. And sometimes, the anticipation of the next big event can be so much that it can take away from the precious moments leading up to it. Today, my husband is 30, and I love him one day more than I did yesterday, and that really is the only difference. We celebrated this weekend by having a bunch of friends over Saturday night for lots of laughs and good times, campfire and Captain, finger dancing and spitz. And all that fun stuff. It was fun to celebrate John with friends! Tonight, my Mom came down, brought Tula home from her last sleepover at GG's for the winter, and watched the kids while John and I hit up Kona Grill for Happy Hour and hung out on the patio with a bunch of other adults and act all adult-"ish", talking about whatever our hearts desired and not worried about reloading the Cheerios for Mav or buckling Tula down in the highchair. Sure, we love them to death, but the break was nice and we are learning it's something we need to do more often. That will be my 30th Bday gift to John, and to me. Happy hour, once a month at least. Just putting it out there... It's time!!! We had so much fun tonight, and even though we were there for a couple hours (not even) it was just an awesome, well needed break.

Mom, thanks again for coming down and watching the kids tonight so we could go and do our thing. Both Mom and Dad, thanks for ALL the sleepovers and GG and Papa love you have shown the kids this winter. They love they have for you both warms our hearts (almost!) as much as it does yours. I love, love, love watching my kids enjoy you both so much and we all thank God for you everyday. We will miss having you so close and can't wait to come visit the lake lots this summer.

John, Happy 30th Birthday! I love your young heart. You are one of the most joyful men I have ever met, and when we laugh and celebrate like we did this weekend, and I get to see you laugh and smile so much, I remember that that really was one of the reasons I fell in love with you. You are so cheerful and it keeps you so young. Today you are 30, but when I picture you in my head like I am right now, you are still that 26 year old fun loving guy that I fell in love with. Nothing, nothing but the number has changed. I love you (and thank you) so much for that! Happy Birthday Babe!

Love,

Christa