Better with age.
When I was at my parents’ house over Memorial Day weekend, my dad broke out one of his older bottles of wine. He’s had this one sitting in storage for quite a while, as you can see.
This got me thinking about lots of things that seem to get better with age. My students sometimes ask me if I feel bad about getting old (even though I’m not even 30!). I always used to roll my eyes when my mom would say that she wouldn’t want to be any younger; she likes whatever age she’s currently experiencing. But, I can see where she’s coming from now. When I turned 29, people kept referring to it as my “first” 29th birthday. Which is weird to me. I like being the age I am and I’m not worried about getting older.
Some things just get better with age.