Today my wife officially, per my Dad's twisted logic, turned old. We had two great parties, a surprise party at church, and then a planned party with friends at Lynn's Paradise Cafe. After a day of celebrating the thirtieth anniversary of my wife's birth - and heartily thanking God for the miracle that is her life - I'm worn out. So instead of telling you what all we did, or writing a thousand paragraphs about how great she is, I'm just posting a post-party picture, taken by our dear friend, the ex-blogger Brian Cubbage, outside Lynn's Paradise Cafe this evening.
Here we are... She's pretty cute for an "old" woman, no?!?
6 comments:
I never realized before how much taller than her you are.
Give her my best wishes for her birthday, Chris.
I turned 30 and nothing happened, so I realized it wasn't a big deal.
Turning 40, however, was a different issue...
I'll be 50 in August and I've not yet had a "something - oh" crisis. But I've been lucky with my health, I think.
Speaking seriously and without envy, 30 is great. You start knowing who you are and what your gifts are and you start getting the means to use them.
Happy Birthday to Sami!
PamBG, I agree completely. At 30, I finally began to feel like a grownup. Before I turned 30, I had gotten married, finished my Ph.D., and begun teaching, so I had taken on essentially the same responsibilities I have now. However, I still felt like a little kid pretending to be an adult. For some reason, turning 30 finally gave me some validation.
I think, though, that men tend to get more validation from turning 30 than women do (I'm glad to hear that this wasn't your experience). Our society puts such a premium on youth, and on women's youth in particular, that I think that society throws more obstacles in the way of women who want to capitalize on the benefits of getting older.
When my wife, Kate, turned 40, it hit her harder than I thought it would. She decided to go blonde, but the dye turned her brunette hair red, instead. She kept it auburn for a year. :-) She had no such crisis this year, turning 50.
I turn 45 this year and it is depressing me, some, because I expected to further along in things I wanted to accomplish by now. Friends I went to high school with are now seriously looking at retiring at 55--just 10 years away. I couldn't afford to do that if I wanted to! I think that's how it works for men. We are fine being whatever age as long as we think we are "on track." If not, we feel like failures--and old.
Happy birthday, Sami.
Sami looks adorable, of course.
Also, I want you to know that when my son (who shall not be named), saw the picture that goes with this post, he said excitedly, "That's Mr. Tom! That's Mr. Tom, Mama!" Hee!
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