I’ve been telling a few people of my most recent and concrete “I’m old” moment. Yes, we bought a minivan. Then, as I waited for a light, I saw a white car with what appeared to be two teenage girls and one teenage boy, pulling up beside me in the turn lane. I’m thinking, “Hey. Teenagers. Young. Carefree. Kind of like me.” But then I thought, “What would they see if they looked over here at me?” Answer – old guy, minivan. Could be their dad. Yep, it’s official. I’m old. Oh well – you’re only as old as you want to be, or act. I still mostly feel 25, and that’s alright with me.
On a sidenote, my good friend Dan, who happens to be in his late 50’s, just had successful heart surgury on Thursday to repair a valve in his heart! Glad you’re doing well Dan! Thanks to everyone who knew to pray for him.