Happy Birthday to Me

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

What happened to all of those years in between? Where did they go? Is it just me or does time go faster when you are older?

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.