So today I turn 30 years old and I'm actually hoping I don't get as much attention as I got on the day I was born. I'm struggling with feeling old and don't really want to be reminded that it was 30 years ago.
It feels like just yesterday I was 22, moving to New York all by myself. But it wasn't. It was 8 (!!!) years ago. And today, I am 30.
I can remember laying on my parents' bed with my dad one warm August night when I was 7 years old and he said, "I can't believe you're going to be in 2nd grade. You're getting so old!"
I also remember once when my dad called me at the babysitter's house on my birthday at exactly 3:54 pm because that's when I was born.
Oh and my favorite cake my mom ever made for me was the cake that looked like a baseball field and had Teddy Grahams as the little players. There was grass (green sprinkles) and dirt (hmm I think that was brown sugar?). It was perfect.
Now I'm 30. We had carrot cake last night for my family party. Yes, I'm truly 30. We had a cake with a vegetable in it and I loved it.
They say that you're only as old as you feel. I feel like I'm still that little girl on my parents' bed, feeling so old because I was going into 2nd grade.
|Little Erin, circa 1986|
Keep me in mind today, as I struggle not to feel too old. And may my next 30 years bring me as much happiness and love as my first 30...if that's even possible.