This morning, I woke up to snow.
There was something beautiful about that beginning. I don't have a picture. But just imagine snowflakes dropping slanted through a backyard with lots of wild cherry trees and other random bushes/trees.
October-November means celebrating my birthday. I'm turning 30. One of my favorite friends and I were discussing this mile in our lives a few days ago because we have twin birthdays. We decided we're happy about it. She's got twins + a baby girl. She's married to her best friend. She just moved into a new lovely dream house (or the only house in town big enough for 3 kids). She forces herself to go to her ward boot camp work-outs. But, I don't really think that's why she's happy to be 30. I think its because she loves her people, meaning her husband, her kids, her family, the lady at the grocery store, the coach at the boot camp who yells sometimes, the people she meets every day of her life.
That's a beautiful thing to say about turning 30 (that you love).