The End of an Era

Well, so long 20s, hello 30s. I'm actually happy to be turning 30. I've been through a lot, and I've done a lot. I feel like I've earned it.

For quite a few years now at each birthday, my sister and I have been choosing a theme song for the up-coming year. I loved the idea that a song can bring to mind a specific movie or tv show, and liked the idea of a song bringing to mind a specific year. And it really does! Choosing a new song has become my favorite part of my birthday. Here's a list of my birthday songs, all but one: the only birthday during the last marriage. I can't remember. Guess I just blocked it out. Anyway, you can see where I was in my life, and where I was hoping it was headed.

30: "Just the Two of Us" by George Benson
29: "The Great Pagoda of Fun" by Donald Fagen (look up the lyrics; it's great!)
28: "My Best Friend" by Tim McGraw
27: "Landslide" by Fleetwood Mac (it was the Dixie Chicks' version that first inspired me, but officially I had to go with the original.)
26: "
25: "Why Georgia" by John Mayer
24: "Heartbreaker" by Led Zeppelin
23: "One Day Closer" by Carolyn Dawn Johnson
22: "I Love to See the Temple"
21: "I Hope They Call Me on a Mission"
20: "Dance the Night Away" by Van Halen
19: "Hey Nineteen" by Steely Dan
18: "Barely Bloomin' Eighteen" by Ace of Base (don't laugh- it was 1996)
17: "Dancin' Queen" by ABBA

What's YOUR theme song??

Breakin' Up is Hard to Do

I went to lunch during Fall Break with a friend who is still single, bless her heart, I've been there. There was one day in September when she asked how I was doing and I told her I was pregnant, and she told me that she thought that she had found Mr. Right! But when we went to lunch on Fall Break, I had to tell her that I miscarried again, and she told me that they had broken up. The timing was oddly funny. We were comparing our situations. Has anyone ever considered how similar a miscarriage is to a break-up??? We found so many similarities! She's lucky enough to have someone to blame and someone to be mad at. Who do I blame? Who can I be mad at? My own body? The Lord? Yes, and Yes, but it's not the same.

Consider the similarities, and imagine getting dumped by both your own body and by the Lord. Ouch. At least I have Bryan.