30 years ago we were living in Munich ... delivering a baby. I remember the joy and thrill of anticipation as I traveled to the hospital on the U-bahn. I was wearing an enormous red wool coat with a protrusion that pointed its way forwards as we walked the last few blocks from the train station, leading me on. Ahh, sweet memories, indeed.
And now the original wearer of this cherished baby bracelet in the corner of this picture is 30! It never occurred to me at the time that a baby could also one day be 30.
My cheesecake-loving daughter made us wait 10 extra days before making her appearance. Maybe it was karma that sometimes we had to postpone her birthday parties because of a snowstorm. We always planned a theme (oceans, artists, high tea, a play production, a secret hijacking of her friends, and an African safari). The high excitement would turn to deep disappointment when we were forced to re-schedule. That's how it was for me whilst waiting for her to arrive!
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| This was a mask we made for the safari party - it just "shouts" Lucy. |
I remember how it felt when I turned 30 - it seemed significant somehow, like a landmark event. (I hosted a family dinner in our dining room in South Africa; my grandmother was one of the guests, as well as both sets of parents and our siblings and partners. We put together an enormous 'make-shift' table so we could all sit together - we knew it would be our last birthday with family in South Africa.)
But today it is HER milestone, and she gets to celebrate 3 decades!
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