today is my thirty-first birthday.  i am now officially in my 30s.  i wasn't last year.  being only thirty is a strange transition time where one is not yet "in" his or her thirties.  30 was a solid year.  i have no complaints.  thirty-one feels old to me.  i remember watching thirtysomething when i was younger and thinking that seemed so far away.  whopbamboom!  i am now a thirtysomething.

adam and i will celebrate two years of marriage in may, but six years together.  for most of that time, we were adamantly convinced that we would not have kids.  over the last few years as our friends and extended family members have had kids, though i was always incredibly happy for them, in the back of my mind played a never ending loop of queen's another one bites the dust.  duhduhduh du nuh duh duh da nah.  and another one gone and another one gone another one bites the dust. 

people always said, you'll change your minds one day.  yeahyeahyeah, ok, whatever, uhhuh, maybe.  we were open to the idea that that was possible, but still pretty convinced we would not budge.  and then, suddenly, it happened.  no, just kidding.  actually, we've been contemplating, envisioning, thinking, analyzing, fantasizing, fearing how our lives would change for the last seven months or so and i can wholeheartedly say with certainty that we are absolutely positive that we would probably be ok with the idea of getting pregnant sometime in the future.

duh duh duh...

we've got this life we want to lead...

this slow food, organic, local, community-centered, environmentally friendly, art-making, teaching, purposeful life.  in lots of ways, we're already there.

this weekend, i planted lots of seeds that will hopefully blossom into a thriving garden this summer.  and we had a date night that was 100% in our neighborhood and walkable.

life is good...