Monday, 9 January 2012


As birthdays inevitably do, 30 came and went before I'd really had a chance to be present.  A day that started with presents over breakfast in bed, which continued by us hearing Pip's heartbeat at our 25 week antenatal appointment, included cupcakes made by my husband (which I am still getting compliments about at work), home made crispy duck pancakes for supper and then lunch out at a nice pub on Saturday.

My sister gave me a card which reads "29 forever". A fantastic card and one which I plan to frame, but, somehow, 30 actually feels right. I've dreaded it for so many months; hated the thought of getting old, leaving my youth behind. But actually, I'm pretty excited about the year ahead. A baby! Living with my husband again after 2 years! A new decade. New challenges.

Me, Pip and Delilah. By Husband.


one soul said...

There is so much to look forward to. No point looking back. xx

Anonymous said...

I was 50 the day you were 30. Can't say I'm depressed either. You don't know who I am, but my best wishes for the future.