Saturday, July 4, 2009


It's coming.

It's only 25 days away.

My 30th birthday fast approaches. And I'm ok with that. I'm actually looking forward to it.

For one thing, there's the cake. In Hubba Hubba's family, we do cake and ice cream for every one's birthday, big or small. Last year, Hubba Hubba got me a cake from my favourite local bakery, where their marble cake is yellow cake with actual fudge (not just chocolate cake) marbled in. And can I tell you about their butter cream icing? My mouth is watering just typing about it. I'm not kidding. This cake is so good, I refused to let any go to waste. I froze the leftovers in individual servings, and had birthday cake for the next six months.

And of course, I'm debating what I want for my birthday present. I need a new flat iron, but I've been watching infomercials for the InStyler. It looks pretty cool, and I know someone who has one, and she loves it. But then again, I a shopping spree at Target is always a great gift.

But as 30 approaches, I'm starting to understand why wisdom comes with age. I know, I know--most people don't equate wisdom with the ripe old age of 30. But when I look back on myself at 20, I can see a big change.

I'd like to think I've got more discernment. I hope I've got a better vision for my life, a more balanced vision. I make better decisions, and have more realistic expectations. (Except when it comes to gravity. I still expect the laws of gravity to suspend themselves when I'm having a clumsy day.)

So, all in all, I'm ready. Ready for the big 3-0. And all that comes with it.

Besides, no matter what--Hubba Hubba will always be older than me.

1 comment:

Mighty M said...

How exciting! I turned 30 about 2 weeks after I got married. That was over 5 years ago. Gulp!! But I have loved the 30's so much more than my 20's (except I could do without the extra wrinkles). :-)