I'm officially 29. The last year of my 20's. I remember when 30 was old. It still sounds old. Except I'm about to be 30. And I don't feel old. Other than the fact that my knee hurts when I run now. And I'm starting to see those lovely smile creases near my eyes.
At least it was a good celebration. First Matt took me to dinner, remember? It was lovely.
I feel blessed. It's going to be a good year. And I'll deal with the reality and denial of 30 next year.