It’s my birthday! I always thought that I would feel older as I got closer to thirty, but it still surprises me when I realize that I’m only two years from the big 3-0. I’m not one to worry about age; I look forward to having years and years behind me, to holding hands with my husband when we have fifty years behind us, to having gray hair (if I ever get over this pink hair, that is) and wrinkles and just… living life. Of course I hope to look younger than my years as long as I can, but I’m not afraid of getting older. Age, I think, is…