Officially 30

A while back, we were eating dinner at Red Robin.  Across the room from us was a bunch of tables pushed together with a bunch of "kids" sitting around it, eating their dinner and smiling and laughing and some had presents and it was clearly a group of close friends who had gotten together to celebrate one gal's birthday. 

I was intrigued with the bunch because it reminded me of something that I would have done with my group in college.  Back in the day it was Applebees.  And we celebrated there a lot.  In fact, we celebrated a lot when there really wasn't anything to celebrate.  And so I just kept finding my eyes wandering back to that table and watching the carefree attitude.

At the same time, I was noticing just how young these kids looked and so I figured maybe they were high school students or, at the most, young college age.  And so when the waiters came and sang the song and handed off the ice cream sundae, and I heard them say it was my 22nd birthday, I just about fainted.  Because I'm pretty sure that I never looked that young at 22. 

And last week we went to Roaring Springs for our late summer family "Hurrah" before school starts, and I'm pretty sure that this year they must have lowered the age of the lifeguards to eight.  They are so young!  And then I realized as I looked around, that I am so not. 

And so, I am sitting here watching Jimmy Fallon on my last night of my 20's, I can't help but think that age truly is relative.  And maybe it's just our perspectives that age and change.  But I don't feel any older, and yet, in comparison to the others around me, I must have grown up somewhere in the past couple of years. 

And I can't help but think what a successful 30 years it has been.  Full of blessings.  Full of love.  And I am nothing but content.  So here's to the next 30 years!