...and my 30th birthday picture
I had plans for what I wanted to see happen by the time I turned 30. If you know me, you've probably experienced my control freakishness. I always knew I wanted to be a young mom. Not Guinness Book of World Records young or anything, but I figured I would be done having kids by the time I turned 30.
Last night as I was sitting on my couch, staring at our blank walls and packed boxes getting ready for our move I thought about the magnitude of October 29th, 2013. It isn't just an event that we live with, but an event that has changed the course of our lives. You may have heard me talk about the difficulties we had with Kellen during my pregnancy and his 11 months. I won't lie, they were enough for us to decide that we were probably done having kids even though we had always thought we'd have at least 3. Not long after Kellen left us, I knew I wanted to have more kids. We needed it as part of our healing process and Farrah desperately wanted to be a big sister again. It was right for us. So here I am, expecting baby number 3 past my 30 year old cut off. Life has a way of changing your well-designed plans.
Since October 29th, Abe has left his full time sometimes 60-80 hr a week job and now is a domestic dad that works part time when he chooses to take shifts to do what he loves by giving a bride and groom the ultimate dance party on their big day. And now, we're on the move. It's something we always knew would come eventually but the idea of bringing a new baby home to this house, in his room, with his memories became too much and we have decided to move on and make new memories in a new house.
My twenties were very good to me. Love, marriage, houses, careers, babies and a lot of laughter. But I will raise a glass of apple cider in hopes that my thirties are even better. I don't know what tomorrow brings and I now know I certainly can't plan everything, but I can still have hope.
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