“Aug 4 BLT” I jotted in the margins of my notebook today, a reminder of an upcoming meeting for me to attend.
I audibly gasped upon reviewing my note.
By then, I will be 30.
My coworkers teased me for being such a young’in. And really, there is nothing remarkable at all about completing my third decade. I’m sort of bracing myself to wake up with a head full of gray hairs and some wrinkles near my eyes, maybe a sore back or creaky knees, knowing full well that the effect of that single day passing will actually be minimal. Maybe I’ll feel wiser or seasoned or oddly at ease with the word “thirty.”
I am not where I thought that I would be.
I am precisely where I hoped I would be.
Ten years ago, this is not at all how I pictured life at the end of my twenties.
I would not change a thing.
(Well, except for maybe the baby weight. That I could do without.)
I am prepared to go confidently in the way of my dreams and those of my family. I am wholly open to the possibilities that are before me now or may be in the coming months. I am at peace. What more could I ask for?
Yo soy La Lay 
Best read yet. I, too, am at peace. Content. Not what things life brings us but rather how we receive them. To tell you the truth…the next decades you live are the best. I love you kid!
Love you too!
Happy Birthday! May the best be yet to come…