I'm Old

I'm old, or so I've been told (by my now 19 year old sister).  Last Friday, the 14th of October, I turned 30.  The big 3-0! 

How did I celebrate the big day?  By getting over a nasty virus.  Sounds like fun, huh?

Two days before my birthday, I woke up at 3 in the morning with a sore throat and tossed and turned until the alarm went off.  I got up and showered, feeling okay, and then while getting dressed, the cold chills and body aches began.  I spent Wednesday and Thursday in bed, fighting a horrible sore throat, a super high fever, body aches, and chills.  Not exactly how I had planned on spending the week.  The hardest part about being sick is missing out on moments with my Tater.  I loved hearing him playing with Dave, but it's no fun when I can't hold him or get near him. 

On Friday, my birthday, I spent the morning trying to feel human again and fever free.  We even ventured out to Target later that day and had a birthday supper of Chick-fil-a at Dave's mom and dad's house.  Debbie even made me a gluten free cake, which was super yummy. 

I'm thankful for friends and family, thankful for being 30, and missing my Memaw, who died on my 21st birthday.  I'd love to sit around with you again and laugh about painting the toenails on your fake leg.  :)