Jul 31, 2008 12
That’s right; today, July 31st is my birthday and Lordy-freaking-Lordy, I am 40.
First of all, I’m happy to be alive, and to be healthy. I’m happy to have four special children, and a fantastic wife, and I’m happy to have my health. I’m very pleased to still have some hair. I destroy Matt Hasselbeck in that area.
And yeah, 40 is just a number, I know. Problem is, so is 87, so that little cliché offers very little relief.
I’m not real good on the aging thing, and I’m not exactly sure why. It may be because I reflect on the various phases of my life more than the average person, who just chugs along without really thinking about what’s going on. I was the guy in High School who said to people, “Man, these are times we’ll never forget.” My friends replied “Yeah, sure,” as they checked my fridge for human heads. Of course, many of those people now live in the past. I don’t live in the past, but I take note of all the phases of my life, and it’s never easy to say goodbye to one of them, as I did last night to my [...]