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Thirty years! Can you believe it? It feels like just yesterday you were a tiny, mischievous toddler, painting the walls with applesauce and demanding bedtime stories about talking animals. Now you’re a grown woman, navigating the world with grace, humor, and a spirit that constantly inspires everyone around you. Where did the time go?

But milestones like this can be a bit bittersweet, can’t they? We start reflecting on the past, maybe even comparing ourselves to some imaginary yardstick. We wonder if we’ve made the right choices, embraced enough opportunities, and squeezed every ounce of joy out of each passing year. It’s natural to feel that little tug of nostalgia, or even a tiny bit of pressure to “have it all figured out” by a certain age.

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Another year older, huh? Seems like just yesterday you were demanding someone else cut your sandwiches into perfect triangles. Now you’re all about existential angst and debating the merits of oat milk lattes. It’s tough being a teenager, trust me, I remember those days of dramatic sighs and expertly crafted eye-rolls (although, maybe yours are a *touch* more advanced). And birthdays? A weird mix of excitement and pressure.

Let’s be real, those store-bought cards are always the same, right? “Happy Birthday, may all your wishes come true!” Yawn. Or worse, those overly sentimental ones that make you feel like you need to call your grandma immediately. But what if your birthday wish was for unlimited wifi and a lifetime supply of pizza rolls? Sadly, a greeting card can’t grant *that*. But, hey, at least it can make you laugh!