Knock, Knock, Knock

I'm turning 30 next month.  4 weeks.  Once a faint call, 30 is banging on the door and the chain is the only thing keeping it away. I think about making a list of things I want to accomplish, but it concerns me that I won't accomplish the list and then 40 is going to be even harder then 30.  Turning over a decade makes you think about where you were in comparison to where you are.
I left my hometown when I was 22.  Tomorrow Nick and I go and buy our third and final home here in St. Louis.  Our two year plan turned into two houses, two kids, a minivan and I am starting to show grey hair.

In the past decade I have learned the harder you work makes the reward so much sweeter.  Your friends were once anyone who had a remotely common interest and time to hang out.  Now, my friend pool is based on:  1. The ages of our children  2. Do our husbands get along?  3. Do our children get along?  4. Is the distance from our homes a reasonable travel distance? 5. Is this someone I want to devote time away from my family to? Once the basic criteria is met we move from there.... So you can imagine the friend pool I currently have... the whole husband thing trips us up a bit ( JUST KIDDING Nicholas, love you!) 

In my twenties my husband went from someone I had fun with on the weekends to my rock solid partner I can't imagine a day without.  I went from being a carefree college student to a full time mom and loving every moment (well, mostly every moment :) )

Leaving this post with a picture from yesterday.  Gavin and I were trick or treating and it was just the two of us for a few minutes.  He said "look mommy my shadow, I'm so big!"  Yeah, buddy you are so big.