2014
One of the Christmas presents that we gave the newlyweds was an anniversary book. It is a blank journal with their anniversary date going out 65 years. Each year the intent is that they write a short love note to each other.
As I was typing in the dates to make the book, there came a time when I thought to myself, "Okay, I'm dead now."
That was just a little bit startling.
But how quickly the years pass. Can it really be 2014?
Good grief.
It's been 40 years since I graduated from high school.
I am a card carrying AARP member.
When I have to enter my birthdate online, I have to scroll down and then scroll down some more to find my birth year.
I look in the mirror and wonder who that is looking back at me. I've pretty much given up on fancy potions and elixirs. (Save your money. They don't work. Just buy Oil of Olay. And sunscreen.)
I go to the mall and can't find anything that covers the lumps and bumps enough to make them disappear. Everything is too short, too tight, and cut too low.
My knees creak and my joints ache.
But that is just all right. I like where I am. As a matter of fact, I like who I am.
And I'm not done yet.
"Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me my God,
till I declare your power to the next generation,
your mighty acts to all who are to come." Psalm 71:18
As I was typing in the dates to make the book, there came a time when I thought to myself, "Okay, I'm dead now."
That was just a little bit startling.
But how quickly the years pass. Can it really be 2014?
Good grief.
It's been 40 years since I graduated from high school.
I am a card carrying AARP member.
When I have to enter my birthdate online, I have to scroll down and then scroll down some more to find my birth year.
I look in the mirror and wonder who that is looking back at me. I've pretty much given up on fancy potions and elixirs. (Save your money. They don't work. Just buy Oil of Olay. And sunscreen.)
I go to the mall and can't find anything that covers the lumps and bumps enough to make them disappear. Everything is too short, too tight, and cut too low.
My knees creak and my joints ache.
But that is just all right. I like where I am. As a matter of fact, I like who I am.
And I'm not done yet.
"Even when I am old and gray, do not forsake me my God,
till I declare your power to the next generation,
your mighty acts to all who are to come." Psalm 71:18
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