I celebrated 62 on Monday, Nov. 19. I can only wish the numbers were reversed but I was once 26 and we only get one time for each year. If I remember correctly, 26 was a good year. It was 1976 and I was over being a sassy teenager, I felt all grown up, I was caring for my two young children, working part-time at the Town Crier and everything looked bright ahead. I had all of my teeth, I colored my hair only if I wanted to (not to cover up anything), and wrinkles were so far away I didn't even think about it.
In our prayer meeting on Wednesday night our pastor encouraged us to wake up every morning and write down at least three blessings we are thankful for. At this stage of my life the number one would have to be, "I woke up one more day." The second one would be I can get out of this bed and I can go to work.
Seriously, we do need to count our blessing and be thankful. Too many times we spend our time worrying about what we don't have and we forget to be thankful for what we do have. Most of us have more than we need and much more than we deserve.
We live in a great day for medical wonders. We can be thankful for the medicine we have. With the knowledge doctors have today they can fix most anything and even transplant our organs. Again, I have lived long enough to remember the controversy when the first heart transplants were being done and today it is almost a routine surgery.
One of the children I go to church with shares my Nov. 19 birthday. He was 8. He has reminded me every Sunday for at least two months how many days we have left until our birthdays. I can tell you for sure he has been much more excited about it than I was. But both of us are now a year older and can get ready for Christmas.
It is a shame that we lose our enthusiasm with age. It would be nice if we could keep our expectations throughout our lives. We have to guard against getting cynical as we get older.
Age may be a state of mind but my mind (and my body) let me know I am getting older. Thanks goodness 62 is not near as old as it once was.
We were ordering from the drive through recently and when we got our food, I looked at the receipt and I noticed we were charged for senior coffees. I asked my husband how they knew we were old. Do they have a camera at the drive-through or did our voices give us away. I guess there are some things you just can't hide. The teenagers working in the fast food restaurant probably think we are 100 years old.
I look forward to another year with my family and enjoying my grandchildren. They are the rewards of aging.