It used to sound so old… until I turned it. And now somehow, it feels so young.
Here I am, lying in bed trying to find a comfortable spot because your girl is sore and tired. But I’m also smiling and low-key giggling to myself, because the reason I’m sore isn’t from some intense workout or an extra long day on my feet. It’s because I chose to be a kid today. With my husband. In a bounce house. At my niece’s birthday party.
And honestly, I wouldn’t change a thing.
It’s kind of our thing. The moment we walked into the gym where the party was being held, the kids made a beeline for Colton and dragged him straight into the bounce house, and just like that, the fun began. You truly don’t realize how many muscles you don’t use until you suddenly need all of them at once. Those bounce houses are no joke. I’m pretty sure I discovered muscles tonight I didn’t even know existed.
Some people might call it never growing up, and maybe there’s a little truth in that. But I like to think of it differently. I like to think of it as choosing memories. Choosing moments. Choosing to fully step into the season we’re in instead of watching it pass by from the sidelines.
Because these moments with VJ and her cousins, the giggles, the chaos, the wide-open smiles, the breathless laughter, we don’t get these back. And one day, these kids won’t need us to climb into bounce houses with them. One day, they’ll be too cool or too busy or too grown. But today, we are the fun adults. And even better than that, we are building real relationships with them that will last long after the bounce houses are gone.
So yes, I’m sore. Yes, I’m tired. And yes, 30 continues to humble me. But my heart is full. My life is rich with connection. And I’m learning that staying young has less to do with age and more to do with choosing joy whenever it shows up, even if it shows up in the form of a giant inflatable and a room full of screaming kids.
And honestly, if this is what 30 looks like, I think I’m going to like it just fine. May I never be the adult at the table scrolling or too “grown” to have fun with the kids! I pray that I am always the “fun” one!

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