While browsing through old photos from the album titled "the adventures of miss twin twins" (the intention was to snap and print photos for my ambitious plans of making a 30th birthday card for my twin)... I was met with a wave of gratitude, joy and warmth. 

Ok apart from gushing over how cute I was/we were, I was reminded of how immensely blessed I am. 

Sheltered, almost worry-free childhood 

God's provision, the generosity of uncles & aunties

Friends, sisters who drag me along to do fun stuff, without whom I'd have a v boring life (no gym, no US trip, no scrapbooking, no yummy food...no staycay...no good deals)

Part of me always lamented being the girl with a smooth life/ the kid who received gifts only cos my dad's the pastor... but recently this Christine Caine post tugged my heart, with a different perspective (story for another day)

I've also realised the growth and changes I've made along the way. learning to be a more relational person, being less caught up about my grades & results & outcomes and my image.

Learning to accept my mistakes and parts of life that I cannot change

[So there: a turning-30 speech which also sounds like a wedding speech]

On a gloomier note:

Bumps on my forehead!!?? 

i rarely had any at 13- the queen of smooth skin, (and silky hair)

Now at 30. Is this... a foreshadow of a bumpy road ahead?