But there are a few things that I am really enjoying. I never did this before, but now that I'm 50 I actually give myself an excuse to be "wise" (or dumb, depending on the situation). Now, I realize I don't always do the "wise" thing. And the Bible says not to be wise in your own eyes. But I'm much more confident in my decision making. And if I do get it wrong, whatever "it" may be, I can now "move on" much easier then I have in the past. I know He has me covered. I am amazed at how much I don't know in life, but God never fails me. Never.
Then there's the Grand kids. Love Mine!!!! They are cute and boys and cute and mine! And Cute! They get dirty and loud and gross and cute! They put joy in my heart and knowing that they are an extension of one of my babies just makes it GRAND!
Never in my life have I parented such a wonderfully patient child. He does get frustrated, but that is probably a result of our impatience. All of my other children are impatient with inconvenience, but this kid is just.... well, slow moving....
But when he's not trying to decide what or how to do something he's on the go, usually hopping. He jumps while he does everything. I don't get it but it typically means he's happy :D
And then there is this kid who keeps me on my toes. Never stops, Never. He is moving every minute, and not only is he moving, he's listening to every conversation within earshot! He's my "leader in the making". But needs to learn to follow. These boys, along with my grandsons give me life and make me tired. They give me something to wake up for and make me too tired to stay up past 10pm!
I'm thankful for all of my family... more about them later... Dec Part II
These awesome friends took me to New York City for my birthday. It was a fun time and I can't wait for the spring so we can do somewhere again! Please?!
Below is my favorite picture! Thank you ladies for loving me on my 50th birthday.
It's worth having the "crown of glory" peeking out at the roots of my hair when I know I can share life with great family and friends. And just as the wrinkles get deeper with age, so does the depth of my appreciation for each day, family, friends and everything else you tend to take for granted when you're 20, 30, and even 40. And all that mushy stuff composed in cards, love songs and poetry makes you cry, because it's true.