In the past I've always heard of 30 being one of the toughest ages to admit reaching. Being in the 20s age bracket is glamourous; it's when we're establishing our course in life while looking the best one will probably ever look.
I never feared turning 30. I still feel like I could pull off looking in my mid-20s, so physically it's never been an issue. It wasn't until my brother Nathan's university graduation (in which he graduated Magna Cum Laude) did I begin to feel the years.
I saw how different the university I received my bachelor's looked, and only then did it occur to me that it's been over 6 1/2 years since I graduated. I saw some old professors literally look older than I remembered, and kept thinking in my mind how young the graduates looked.
It was then that I first used the word "old" when describing myself. I felt like I should have more that I should've accomplished by now. I should have life figured out better than I do.
I let these toxic thoughts seep into my mentality for a few days, feeling more and more sorry for myself that I haven't done enough. Now that my day of birth is here and I'm officially thirty years old, I'm realizing how much I've been able to accomplish just in this year alone, let alone the years after college!

I was one of five organizers for the International Babywearing Conference, about to pop!
I have so many new friends and viewpoints on life after this experience, and as stressful as it was to be a part of it so heavy with child, I am eternally grateful for all the good that came from this momentous event.
I got to reconnect this year with a few of my old roommates from my Sophomore year (my most favorite year in college, in which I'll post more at a later date, but I digress).
We're all moms, facing life's challenges in nearly the same way, despite looking 10 years older from when these pictures were taken.
But we learned how to have fun together which has continued into motherhood!
Speaking of which, I can safely say that the greatest event this year was the birth of my third child, Liam.
So many events in my life have led up to being the mother I want to be. It's a continual desire, and I eagerly look forward to future events that will continue to shape who I am.


Teaching her how act like a lady so that only gentlemen will be around her.
I'm only getting started on all the fun parenthood brings!

From graduations to international conferences to weddings, the last year while in my 20s has definitely set precedence for what may come now that I'm in my 30s.























Olives and Applesauce baby carriers








