It is amazing to me how quickly our lives can change.
Very few things in life shift gradually from one phase to another like autumn leaves, instead we tend to move from one state of being into another state of being overnight.
From healthy to sick with the word of a physician, from single to married with a simple "I do" and the frightened student becomes the terrified adult with the toss of a cap.
We tell ourselves we're ready and we make preparations that are supposed to make the transition easier, but still the step into the unknown is laced with a certain uncertainty that we just can't shake.
But I have learned, mostly in the past 10 years that have made up my 20's, that each transition into a new phase also comes with a certain measure of blessing that the last phase did not hold and could not hold.
Next year will be for me probably the biggest transition I've made yet.
I'll step into 30 leaving my 20's behind knowing that I've gained from them a maturity that I now feel comfortable bearing.
But in the last two weeks I have discovered that 30 will also bring a baby for me and John.
And I have, in the last week, true to the women that have come before me, spent countless hours on a sofa trying to stave off the baby nauseau that refuses even crackers as a form of sustenance.
It is in moments like these that I am truly grateful for the wisdom of mothers and sisters who have already walked this path.
It is comforting to my heart and my mind to know that I am not alone but that I hold the hands of a long line of strong women who have come before.
Mother's Day has come early around here, and I feel as though the grateful spirit of that day will linger for a while yet...
well, definitely for the next nine months. ;)