I know several women who are 29, and have been for a few years. Me, I think I’ll stick to 30.
My thirtieth birthday isn’t quite two weeks away, and if thirty is always this good, I’ll just keep celebrating. I posted this on Facebook a while back: “Just ordered my birthday present. I am going to be SOO surprised ;).” Do you want to know how I’m honoring my third decade?
Because every thirty-year-old wants a trampoline. I grew up with one, and every time Tony and I shopped real estate online, my caveat was always whether the yard fit a trampoline. Clearly the house we purchased has space, and now I have my trampoline to fill it. I’ll share if you want to come by and jump. 😉
But wait, there’s more! Our great friends, the Cliftons, and my great husband, the Tony, decided that we’d mark my milestone weekend with an inaugural trip to Mackinac Island. We’ll be staying at an adorable B&B (aren’t they all?) that Jess found on the island. (Bonus points if you know how to pronounce its name already 😉 We have our collective fingers crossed for good weather, since there are no cars to drive to-and-fro.
Oh, but that’s not all! Tony had a ring commissioned for me. Yes – fancy-schmancy, custom-made! Jim and Jess’s neighbor, Jim Blanchard, is a jeweler who is known for working with fordite and Michigan stones. I am not much of a jewelry-wearer, but I practically slobber over the purple-blue tanzanite, and have considered a petoskey setting, as a symbol of home-state love. Tony worked with Jim to create a ring for me to try to capture some of the spirit of each of those in a piece I would wear.
The stone is Michigan’s gem: greenstone – or chlorastrolite (mineral name). It’s found on the Keweenaw Peninsula in copper mine waste piles, or on Lake Superior’s Isle Royale, where it is illegal to collect. And a last fun fact: greenstone has chatoyancy, which means its luster changes with the angle of light…like a cat’s eye:
Okay, okay. I’m done boasting now. But seriously, with these good omens, how bad can turning 30 really be?