The big 3-0

I've been 30 for more than a week now, and, thanks to some practice before the big day, I don't squirm too much when thinking about my new decade.

I tried out the feel of saying "I'm 30" for a few weeks before my birthday. I said it to my family, the teens at church, people at work, people on the phone, grocery clerks. This may ahave made the age feel less weird to me but probably made me look a little weird.

Here I am showing off my cake with my crown left on my decorated porch by a good friend.

Max snuck into the picture in the corner. You guess what he's doing.