Since the last time I blogged, I’ve entered a new decade. I wish that I could say that turning one year older has left me infinitely wiser. However, 30 doesn’t feel much different than 29. Except, I’m carrying a significant amount of weight right around the middle and my celebration didn’t revolve around going dancing in Vegas or pink sand between my toes in Bermuda (not that a typical birthday would, but you only turn 30 once, right?). If you had told 29 year old Chaaron she’d be 9 months pregnant on her next birthday, she’d probably laugh in your face. I was certain that RP and I would be on vacay. Funny what a difference a year makes.
RP and I were able to have a joint celebration, his first almost-Father’s Day, my 30th birthday and one month until Wee Baby P’s due date.
The evening before, a small group of us got together for dinner to see Michelle, who was in town for her sister’s baby shower. I wish that we could see her every weekend. We really miss her and OD! We spent the evening at Guapo’s in Shirlington. The food was great and so was the company. After dinner, we convinced Michelle to hang out with us for a few more hours. I am so glad that we’ll be seeing her again over Labor Day weekend!
On Sunday, we slept in and then spent time hanging around the house. I had big plans to head to the pool, but soaking up the air conditioning felt just as good as soaking up the rays. We got cleaned up and ventured out to Columbia Firehouse for dinner. After a lazy day, we were happy to get out of the house for a few hours.
RP and I exchanged gifts and laughed about sharing this day from here on out. My dad had to share his Father’s Day with me, and now my husband has to also! Poor RP! Luckily it won’t be every year that Father’s Day falls on June 17th.
A few of my girlfriends also have mid-June birthdays and we talked about how we felt about the big 3-0. I didn’t think that it would have any effect on me at all, but on the eve of my last day as a 29 year old, I was a little sad. I just can’t believe how quickly the decade between 20 and 30 went. I have spent all but six months of my 20s with RP. We started dating when I was 20 1/2 (ha), were engaged the day after I turned 22, graduated from undergrad six months later and then we got married a little over a month after I turned 23. We adopted Fosse and Elly that year and then Manny joined our family the year after. Living in Williamsburg allowed me to extend my dance career, this time as a teacher, and I fell in love with choreography. Moving to Alexandria (at 25) started our current adventure, I went back to school and graduated with my master’s degree. We’ve had great times with old friends and made some fabulous new friends. We’ve welcomed people into our friend group and shed tears when they moved away. I’ve packed a whole lot of life into the past ten years.
Any day now, RP and my worlds will be turned upside down. This is equal parts exciting and terrifying. I’m anxious to see how the five of us (pets included) adjust to our tiny new roommate. I know that if I thought this decade flew by, I’ll be looking at 40 and my “baby” that will be almost ten years old and I won’t know where time went.
For now, I’m embracing 3-0, a few additional gray hairs and all of the adventures that are sure to come with the next ten years.