I’m turning 30 this year. In less than two months, actually. It’s not something I’m really dreading, but it’s there. It’s a large, milestone birthday where I can either choose to celebrate or deny that it’s here.
Maybe it’s the looming 30th birthday or this stage of life that has me a little bugged. The stage I’m talking about currently is where life seems to be on hold as we wait for a house to sell. And I’m pushing myself closer and closer to God each day as I try to listen to what He’s telling me.
And there it is. Why is life on hold because of our house? Why aren’t we just living and doing what we want to do?
If the looming 30th birthday should tell me anything at all, it should be that this life moves so quickly.
And the reminder that this world is our temporary home, should remind me to stop wasting time. The promises of eternity with our Creator are much better than any silly thing I’m worried about here.
So why do I frown at each new little line I see around my eyes each morning when I get out of bed?
Why do I rub those little pillow creases on my cheeks and fret over the recent shift in my teeth? (Now, I give myself a pass on that one since I did wear braces for four years and really don’t want to ever need a reason to do that again.)
I’m laughing as I remember Truvy’s line from Steel Magnolias, “Time marches on and eventually you realize it’s marching across your face.”
But here we are. We’re getting a little bit older each year. Our boys look a little bit older every morning when we first greet them with a chirpy, “Goooood morning” voice.
Our days have reached an “ordinary” place, and I’m actually loving it. I have fewer stories to share these days of fun things we’ve done. And that’s okay!
We’re having fun, but it’s only the kind of fun that your people understand. Our stories are only funny to us. We’re the only ones that get them. We already have inside jokes with our children.
These details of the every day, ordinary events are the ones that stand out to me.
Every day I hold Hudson’s little hand as we walk to the car or inside the school building.
Every day Hayes gets a little bit manic and runs full force through the house right before bed. He screams wildly and loves it!
Every day we all pile up on the couch and wait for Fiona to alert us that Daddy is home for the day. Hayes is always the first one to the door and he immediately starts screaming to greet Todd.
Every morning Hudson sits at the table eating his breakfast, and when his brother comes in, he shouts, “There’s my Hayesy-boy!”
Every night Todd and I alternate which boy we put to bed, and we read the same books over and over again. Our boys react the same way each night to each story. It’s repetitive and it’s beautiful.
Every day at nap time, Hudson begs to watch a movie, and the answer is always no. But sometimes I let him curl up with me on the couch after we put Hayes down for his nap.
I won’t forget these things. They don’t all need a blog post of their own, but they might make their way into the baby book.
Because these are the things that matter to me right now. No drama. Not the typical excitement. I don’t have as much to write about. It’s just every day life as we all get a little bit older.
Bring on 30! We’re going to embrace the ordinary and enjoy just where we are right now.
And instead of wishing days away or waiting for the next big life move to happen, I’m finding myself wanting it to slow down just so my boys are still small enough to both fit on my lap at the same time.