Another year older. Still feel like I'm 18 sometimes, except I've noticed things that remind me I'm much older.
- My pants are tighter. Not in a 1980s hair-metal band way, more in the heavier, bigger mid-section way
- There's more gray hair.
- Some days I feel like I can run 100 meters in 13 seconds, but realistically I'm out of breath climbing two flights of stairs on most days
- It hurts sitting cross-legged
- My arms fall asleep when I hold a novel in a certain position for too long
- My short-term memory has gotten shorter
- I have a family that now extends past my parents and sister. I have my own now, and it's growing. In fact, I'm writing an entirely new and exciting chapter in the Plante/Lahey history.
- Some of my closest friends are from high school
- The people I see from high school have families of their own!
- I have the things I thought only my parents could possess (car, house, mortgage, debt, careers)
- I look at teenagers today and wish I can impart all of my knowledge from my youth to them, but deep down I know that they'll give me the same look I gave older people who tried giving me advice.
- People actually listen to what I have to say.
- I'm actually making a difference in my world.
- I've got a long way to go, and I like where I'm heading
- I'm happy
So, the very best wishes for me on this day. Before, I used to take the whole month of April just to celebrate. Now, I take a moment in the day to be a little introspective, and appreciate all that I have, and realize that the best gifts don't come in wrapping paper and bows - they are there, right in front of me, looking at me from across the breakfast table.
3 comments:
Such beautiful words...especially knowing there are days where I don't look that good sitting across from you at that table!
38 is prime time, kid. Maybe not for the waistline, but in every way that really matters... like knowing you're headed in the right direction.
Oh my god! That photo of Lisa is adorable. That's my Joe by the way, one of my newer friends. (And I know he's a friend because he still talks to me after seeing me behave rather poorly.) Not like you old bastards, uh, I mean friends.
Joe is right Stitch, 38 is stellar. I'm samba-ing my way there as we speak. Only 8 months to go!
Lisa and You will make great parents again, I am sure of it.
Even if your pants a little snug.
(Are you smuggling a Shnauzer?)
heehee! Ding!
Give my love to Lisa, your better half. I mean, other half.
xoxo
Hugs to the little man too!
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