Its so strange how the years go by, at such an unrelenting pace. You are 18 and carefree one moment, and you one day you wake up a husband and 3 kids later and you are 28 years old. What happened? Has it really been 10 years since my 18th birthday? And who are these tiny little people who drive me crazy and bring such joy all in the same moment? Oh yes. It has been 10 very good years. Part of me is a bit weirded out that I am 2 short years from turning 30, and my 20's will be behind me. I feel like I need a "before I'm 30" bucket list or something. The other part of me is grateful that I have made it so far with such a beautiful life. Not everyone is so blessed in that way. May I live to 30, and beyond.