While away in Scotland visiting the soon-to-be-in-laws (and other family and friends-of-the-boy), the day came. I admit, I did shed a few tears the night before. My youth! Is it gone? Am I a bona fide adult now? What about my plans? Oh, the plans I had! Plans made at 16, at 21, at 25, even at 28. Some the same, some changed, some amended and some laughable now as I look back on where my younger self thought I'd be when I hit this milestone.
I started my 4th decade with a lovely gift from The Scot, his mum, and his gran.
Yes, like many a 3 year old I got a dolly. A lovely Suzi Hysteric Middie Blythe and, after a few days of namelessness, I have decided that she is called Phoebe. She is in dire need of a wardrobe, but that'll happen soon enough.
It was a pretty great day. Lunch with the boy's fam, cake at home, then drinks with some of the mister's Edinburgh friends at The Villager. Tasty cocktails that seemed such a bargain as anywhere outside of London always does when you're used to ridiculous London pricing.
Even Phoebe had a good time.
Turning 30 is a little bit scary. And a little bit exciting. SO much is happening in the coming 12 months: moving (2 or 3 times!), spending much time with my family, getting MARRIED! It'll be an adventurous start to the decade, if nothing else. And I get to spend it with this guy:
...so it should be pretty great.