Thursday, January 29, 2009

30 means something

I was all alone when I turned 30 at midnight last night. Micah was at work, and the kids were asleep. So I sat there and made seashell angels, and listened to reggae.
Then I read poetry by Richard Brautigan, an eccentric beat poet of his time. And I laughed at his ingenuity.
Thirty means I can stay up late and enjoy myself.

3 comments:

Trish&Heath said...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! Hope you get a good celebration at some point! Or at least a break - to me that's better than a celebration now a days - i just like me time instead of presents. You know, a couple hours when Heath changes the diapers and feeds the kids and cleans them up if we need to go somewhere... All while I read a book or just sit on my "bummy" and watch...

Erika Seirup said...

Happy Birthday Sally :)

Nancey said...

Happy belated birthday, Sally! I have yet to find photos I have of you and Leilani when you were like 14. Doesn't time fly? (Sniff sniff.)