It’s a quiet evening here at the house; the eve before my 50th birthday. I can hardly believe it. More accurately, I don’t want to believe it. I mean fifty seems so OLD and I’m not old… Am I?
That was a rhetorical question. Questions such as this need no response — especially when the body has a tendency to scream the painful truth. Unlike a nicely aged wine, bodies have a tendency to not age so beautifully.
It is better than the alternative.
I have to admit, I do enjoy waking up each day to greet the new. I cherish the special moments with the ones I love. Even though there is much worry and stress in each day, there is also love and appreciation for all the little things that make life so precious.