Last night in my thirties

“All grown-ups were once children… but only few of them remember it.”

~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

When I turned 20, my roommates celebrated by gifting me a bottle of Cabo Wabo Tequila (I had/have an obsession with Sammy Hagar). Surprisingly, I don’t remember much of that night (a common pattern in my career at the U of MN), but I do know I had fun!

In turning 30, I had a joint birthday party with two of my closest friends. I was also pregnant with Elsa. I wore a birthday ribbon. A huge contrast to my twentieth birthday.

It’s the night before I turn 40.

I loved my thirties immensely. I grew into myself during this decade, which makes me a little anxious to leave it behind.

As much as I am not ready to be 40, I am also excited for the next decade. I mean after all, Aaliyah said it best, “Age Ain’t Nothin’ but a Number.”

I really am Over The Big Hill (get it?).

3 thoughts on “Last night in my thirties

  1. Betsy,
    Age is just a number but I sure wish I was 40 again, ha! You had a fun transition into 40, here’s to 50 but not too fast! Love ya and wish we could have been with you to celebrate. Mom


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