I remember a young friend of my mother's turning 30 many years ago. For her it was a seemingly traumatic experience as I remember her crying and believing that it was the end of her life as she was getting so old now - crossing some sort of divide.I don't remember my own 30th birthday - not surprisingly as I had a 3 week old baby (Ian) at the time. This is how I looked then! Note that I had very few gray hairs.
It is now 30 years later, and this 3 week old baby turned 30 in December. Ned and I went down to be with Ian and Juliette in Hilton for the weekend of 10th December.
This photo
is of Ian in November just before his birthday - growing the Movember! He does not usually look like a mafia agent!We had a full weekend of celebratory dinner at their home, breakfast at the Karkloof farmer's market, visit to the Karkloof Falls, lunch at Piggly Wiggly's, afternoon tea at home, evening braai with my sister Wendy and family in Pietermaritzburg, then church together on Sunday morning.
All this together with various friends and family.
It was truly a blessed weekend, and a good way to remember 30th birthdays!
