There are quite a few things that are said to get better with time: Wine. Cheese. Vintage Chanel handbags.
As 2014 draws near, I can't help but hope that my love - the love I share with my husband - gets better, too. See, next year I turn 30. Thirty. I've asked myself several times, How is it that you are turning thirty? I mean, I still call my mom "mommy" and am certain that Disneyland is the happiest place on earth. There are days when I feel like I'm trapped in this aging body. Mentally, I don't feel (almost) thirty. Physically, I don't feel (almost) thirty. Okay. Maybe a little bit physically.
Despite having spent all of my twenties being a mother, a part of me still relates to the girl who, in her early twenties, set forth to take on the world with sippy cup and textbooks in hand. A girl who was terrified of dating as a single parent, but somehow felt like she "knew" when she met him. The girl whose closest confidant for the majority of the past 10 years was her mom andRead More »from 8 Reasons Why Marriage Gets Better in Your Thirties