Turning 30

Jake turned 30 yesterday. He had mixed feelings about this birthday, and true to his personality felt that being 30 should consist of a lot more. He felt that he should have attained more of his life goals by now, and the prospect of being 30 has been weighing on him. I think he has it all, that man. I think he will always be happy but never be satisfied, and I love a man with goals. I have so much to say about him, but this is not the place. Instead, here is a list of things I have learned from Jake since marrying him on that beautiful day in August, 2001:

I have learned that pregnancy isn't an excuse to not get out and enjoy the day (get off my behind).

I have learned that when you don't feel like kissing your daughters, it is the time when it's most important to.

I have learned that the depth in which a man loves his daughters is unexplainable, frightening, surprising, overwhelming, and incredibly beautiful.

I have learned that I am sexy even when I am chubby, or skinny, or freckly, or too loud, or too white, or have really ugly feet.

I have learned that Saturday is not a day to relax, it's a day to get out and DO THINGS as a family.

I have learned how to disagree with someone effectively.

I have learned that the things that annoy you about a person can turn out to be the best things about them.

I have learned that loving a man as my husband, taking care of him, arguing with him, and looking past our differences, can be the most rewarding accomplishment I will ever have in this life.

I have learned that sometimes, you just gotta throw your clothes on the floor and put them away tomorrow.

Happy Birthday, baby.