30 Year Old Momma

I always wanted to be a young momma, probably because my mom was 21 when she birthed me. I always loved having a young mom, and I wanted to be like her. After Brian and I got married [August 2001 - I turned 22 on our honeymoon], we wanted to wait for 3-5 years to have babies. 3 years quickly turned into 5 years before we were ready to start thinking about adding Diaz ninos to our family. But since the beginning of our marriage I wanted to be a young mommy and be done having babies by my 30th birthday. If you're doing the math, this isn't adding up.

Today's my 30th birthday. I've been thrilled about it for months now for several reasons, but God's surprised me with another unexpected reason. I'm not a mom by my 30th birthday. But there's a really good chance that I'll be "done having kids" before my next birthday. I never expected it would be from adoption, but it's just another funny way about how God works.

We tend to have a picture in our minds about how life is going to work out. Rarely it does [I'm much wiser now that I'm 30]. Yet it seems like sometimes God takes our heart's desires, reworks them, and surprises us with a better version of our original dream. Kinda like Dreams 2.0.

I'm grateful for this new decade. And that I still get to be a young momma to our little ones. Thanks for the birthday surprise, God. You are so good to me.