When my husband turned 29, I found a card that had a mountain goat climbing up a steep hill, with the saying, “You’re 29? You’re not over the hill.” (Open the card, and the goat is perched on a sharp pointy top with a very goofy expression on its happy face) “At the tippy tippy top looking down…”!
I tried to save that card for when he turned 39, but it got lost in the chaos of a house remodel. I need an updated version again for today. Happy day, sweetie. I’ll go start your angel food cake now (somebody go run get some cream and freeze and crush some Heath bars to whip into it.)