I always hit that game winning shot
Twenty-eight. I guess it really couldn't be the way I imagined it because I never pictured myself at this age. Married. Happy. On the verge of finally starting my career and a family. Things are falling into place and I couldn't be more thankful.
It's strange to think that I'm on the verge of a ten year high school reunion and that I've been blogging for almost five years now. I wonder if this is how my parents felt when they were my age...
I don't feel old but I know I'm getting older - age definitely has snuck up on me. One day I'm dorking around on the computer playing Prince of Persia and the next thing I know I'm an adult doing adult things and your youth is a collection of fuzzy rose-colored memories. Old high school friends are married and well-along in their careers, and yet when I look at their pictures I remember the days laughing in class and the bus dropping me off and games of basketball in the driveway pretending I was Patrick Ewing hitting the game winner in the NBA finals. It makes me smile and feel sad all at the same time.
Happy birthday, old man! Have a great day!
Posted by: Laura | 04/02/2008 at 11:27 AM
Happy Birthday, Man! Can't wait to get some free time to visit with Julie and you. Just wait til you're turning 37 (me in June)!
Posted by: Cathy | 04/02/2008 at 08:43 PM