I'm 30 and I'm where I want to be.
For weeks Chance had been asking what I want for my birthday and I seriously couldn't think of anything. I always say "I'll think about it. I'll get back to you." but every time I think about what I want for the big 3-0, I just end up feeling so lucky, blessed and grateful.
I have a house, a car, lots and lots of things I want and don't need. I couldn't ask for a vacation because we just got back from one. Couldn't ask for a new phone or computer or electronics because I already got it. Couldn't ask for jewelry because I have tons that are collecting dust. Couldn't ask for clothes or shoes or purses because I got back from the Philippines with luggage full of new stuff. Some I haven't worn yet.
Until one day, when Chance tried to vacuum and I got the answer to his question. I want a vacuum for my birthday. I know. Right? I've reached a new low. Or high.
I got a Dyson vacuum for my 30th birthday! Best birthday present! Dirty 30? More like clean carpets.
Seriously, though, I am so grateful that I'm blessed with a great, amazing, hard working, patient, loving, gwapo husband and the kilig that's so intense is still there. I'm blessed with the best baby that brings sunshine and love and happiness to everyone. I'm blessed with a loving and supportive Alquizola and Clift family. I'm blessed with friends that are smart and talented. I'm blessed that I'm surrounded by beauty.
I spent the whole day with Chance and Jennie and did things we love to do. Couldn't ask for any other way to celebrate a birthday.
At 30 I realized that material things don't matter as much as when I was 20 and wrinkles are not scary.
Tonight I'm gonna sleep with a fat heart and I thank everyone that remembered me today and contributed to this amazing day.
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