a big birthday. Turning sixty bothers me a little, and I'm not sure why.
It's not the extra sags under my chin or the pains in new places. It's not that I'm afraid to die in another forty years or so. I know where I'm going.
Perhaps I wish I'd made a few different choices. Laughed more and stressed less. Listened more and talked less. Forgiven faster, sang louder, danced longer.
The one thing I have learned in the last sixty years, that no one on this nutty earth will ever rip from me: God is faithful. Even when we mess up, He stays good and loving and true to His word.
I think I will celebrate, after all! Bring on the cake. . .