I had a whole big thing written out about what I love about my life at 30. As I typed away, I realized that I couldn't accurately represent what it is about my life that causes my heart to be peaceful and my spirit to be content.
I am loved. I am known. I do my best to return the favor.
In all the moments I imagined what life would be like "at 30," I never allowed myself to hope for what I am living today. I love birthdays.