Last week I turned thirty. I didn't think much of it, or I should say I didn't think that I thought much of it, until I looked in the mirror after getting ready for church and realized I was dressed like a girl. I had on:
a] purple leggings. I have not worn leggings since the 80's, and certainly not purple ones.
c] hair clips I have definitely not used since I was 20.
I am sure my attire was not a coincidence even though I certainly did not enter the day consciously wondering what I could wear to make myself not feel like such an honest-to-goodness-really-for-real-now-adult.
Maybe it's because Rob was singing that song "the old gray fru she ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be, ain't what she used to be" all that week to me.
He made up for it by having a surprise birthday party and cooking up a really great BBQ and strawberry shortcake (my favorite!) and then even cleaned up.
Here is a little clip of the song they sing for birthdays in Sweden. The story line of the song is like this: