I refuse to be in denial. Much. I'm 30. So what does that mean? When I fill out forms and they ask me my age group, I can no longer say I'm in my 20's. When people ask my age, they will no longer say, "Oh you're SO young!" But really, am I any different than yesterday? Another day older... probably not any wiser... my face hasn't caved in and gray hairs haven't overtaken my head. I haven't shriveled away into nothingness, so maybe, just maybe, 30 will be ok.
I've now been here on this earth for 3 decades. In that time I have cried a million tears, laughed a million laughs, given and received a million hugs and kisses, and learned I am inexplicably and unconditionally loved by my family, close friends, my husband, my children and most importantly my Jesus.
I've given birth to 4 of the most amazing children on earth and through them have met hundreds of people I never would have otherwise met. I live in a place I never would have dreamed of living and I love it. I am about to travel to a country I never thought I would visit to bring home a daughter I never thought I would have.
Looking back on the path I've taken and looking forward to the path I'm traveling, I can see God's hand in every event in my life. I can see where He worked even when I did not make the choices He would have liked me to make. And while I can see where I should have made different decisions at certain crossroads, I know that if I had, they would not have led to me being here. Right now. 30 years old, married for 1/3 of my life, mom to 4 (almost 5) children, trying to bring awareness to Down syndrome, childhood cancer and adoption.
When I look at it that way, 30 is not so bad. Right? Right. So that's me now. My name is Renee and I'm in my 30's. Someone give me a form to fill out.