Ginger’s 30
That’s right, people! I’m 30. How do I feel about all this? Well, I tell you I spend more time wondering if Della has enough lotion on her skin, if Della is too warm (or too cold), and if Della is hungry, mad, sad, bored, or happy. Even now as I’m typing I have an eagle eye on the monitor to the bedroom. But in the few moments I actually spend thinking about the whole, turning 30 thing, I think I feel OK about it all. I mean, without tooting my own horn, I’ve accomplished a whole heck of a lot in my 30 years so far. When I was a kid, I think I always pictured one of two things when I thought about being “this old”: I would either be dead because I couldn’t possibly live to be 30 YEARS OLD; or, I would be living like the Seavers on ‘Growing Pains’. But now that I’m here, I can say that I much prefer to be alive and living in reality, and 30 really isn’t old at all. All I will ever need is my beautiful husband and my baby. I love you guys. Plus, I can rest assured that Josh will always be older than me.
I had a great 30th birthday. I went to the Spa (ahhhh, Korean body scrub), ate a huge fancy chocolate cake (well, a piece), ate a nice lunch alone (a strange and foreign concept these days), went for a walk with my Josh and Della, then had people over in the evening. It was a superbly 30 day. Oh and my Friend Rebecca gave birth for my birthday! Her baby, Sienna Grace Camp was born at 8:30 in the morning on February 8th. How serendipitous is that?
