I am thirty, and I am totally okay with it.
I am loved, beyond all sphere of my former imagination.
I am blessed, in ways I could never have expected.
I am laughing, in the way that made my parents smile.
I am jubilant, in spite of the sometimes-trudge through life.
I am exuberant, and I could not care about your opinion on it.
I am mama, and I am the luckiest one there is.
I am proud, and I have nothing to apologise for today.
I am nufi, and this is my nickname.
I am a friend, and in friends I am so rich.
I am steeped in history, and excited for the future.
I am dancing, and the music is my own tune.
I am all I said I wanted to be, and that’s entirely myself.
I am crying, for tears are honest and I thrive on honesty.
I am overwhelmed with gifts, and feel the warmth of thoughts against my hands.
I am holding hands, as I jump in to the next decade.
And as for you, Miss Gates…be warned 🙂