Sunday was my 38th birthday. I’m not sure how that happened.
I understand the conception and birth thing. Time has passed, and so on. What I don’t understand is how I can be two years shy of forty when on most days I have to remind myself that I’m an adult now so I should probably set a good example for my kids and act like an adult. The struggle is real.
My body often reminds me about my age though. Just sitting on the floor to build Legos with my kids hurts after a while. Actually, the sitting doesn’t hurt…it’s the getting up part that hurts.
Which reminds me, my son and I are going camping this weekend with his Cub Scout pack. As much fun as it will be and as much as I am looking forward to the male bonding time, I’m really not looking forward to sleeping on the ground for two nights. I may need some help getting out of the tent in the mornings…and walking the trails…and going fishing…and everything else. I’m starting to ache just thinking about it.
Getting older isn’t all bad though. There’s…well…I just need a little time to think about that. I’ll get back to you. In the meant time feel free to take a stroll down amnesia lane to see what things were like on the day I was born.