Happy Birthday to ME!

That's right, today I am 42 years old. Sidebar, Your Honor (wow, is it possible that i am really 42? 42 is old, it is 8 years from fifty, ... FIFTY! It doesn't seem right.) 42 years ago today, I was born ignorant, helpless, and unable to control my bladder. Some would say that not much has changed. What has changed is both wonderful and troubling. The wonderful part is that I have a great wife and kids, a job that I love, friends that I enjoy, and a growing appreciation for this life and the time that I have to live it. My birthday is truly satisfying because of the good season of this life that I am in. I am very blessed by God. The troubling part is that I have more of so many things that I don't want. More wrinkles and bags around my eyes. More hair on my nose and ears (my wife calls me a koala bear), and less on my head. Like weeds on a parking lot, it doesn't seem right that hair should grow on my nose and ears. I spend more time now on hair maintenance than I should have to. I have more pain in my joints. I have more things to do than I have time for, and more bills than I have money for. I have more exhaustion, forgetfulness, confusion about technology, and plaque on my teeth. What I need more of is patience and wisdom. Oh well, maybe next birthday.