My best friend just had her 40th birthday last week. As I was thinking about that, I realized that she was born the year before my brother. That puts him at 39 this year. Holy cow, my brother’s pushing 40! How’d that happen?
Funny how these things sneak up on you, isn’t it? I plan on having my first kid before I turn 35. Will I have a 2nd before 40? I really don’t know. But damn, time sure is flying. At least I’ll be able to say I got my degree in my early 30s. *grin*
Even more crazy is the fact that my Dad just turned 65 last Friday. When did my Dad get that old? He just doesn’t seem old enough for AARP and social security. And I worry about both his & mom’s health. I want them to have a chance to enjoy their grandchildren. That means more to me than I can even express. Damn, now I’m getting all teary-eyed. I don’t talk about my parents a lot, because they are fiercely private. But I do have to say they are some of the most amazing people I know. And I am so grateful that I have them as my parents. They are so kind. And mellow. And caring. They are so special to me and I really miss them. I hate living so far away from them. But we hope to change that in the next few years.
I guess I totally lost track of where I was going to go. That happens sometimes when I write off-the-cuff. But ya know what? It did have it’s purpose. It reminds me that I need to write them and TELL them all of this. Make sure they know it.
