I never really thought about where I would be, or who I would be, by the time I turned thirty. Thirty seemed quite old to me as a child, as did twenty-one, though that number seemed to have more glamour. Perhaps being a wife and mother, renovating a house and working in my studio is without glamour. Perhaps our days of world travelling and nights out partying are behind us for awhile. But thirty comes with a sense of success and fulfillment that has taken me this long to achieve and appreciate. As well as many dreams for the future. And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Happy birthday dear twin sister, half of my heart and closest friend. I love you. I love you.