This post is a blatant call for comments. Please! I need comments to validate my existence here. Are you listening? ::grin::
Today, I am 52. Yesterday, I was 50. The day before that I started law school and the day before that my 24 plus year old first child was born. That's it. 4 days. With the seriously notable exception of watching my mom get progressively worse, I'm am in love with my life. I don't want it to go racing by, but it sure seems to be.
Last week, during the bar exam, I was standing in the hallway with some UMich Law grads and former classmates and we were talking about who sits for the February bar exam. One of the guys in the group made a comment about all the older folks who where there and probably did law school part-time or something. I just looked at him and made some comment about generalizing about "older folks". He looked at me, surprised, then laughed and said "Well, not you! You're one of us. Ever since softball, you don't count as older." Several minutes later, he asked what time it was (concerned if we needed to get back in to start on the final 3 hours of our torture session). I chuckled as I put on my reading glasses to be able to see my watch and he laughed out loud and just said "Softball".
You're as old as you feel. Me? I'm 35.
[UPDATE] My girl got us tickets to go watch the Tigers play spring training baseball in Lakeland. It was so much fun. I can't believe how much I love this game. How did I miss out on the fun this is for all these years? In addition, she got me a very cool, authentic Tigers jersey with my name on the back. She rocks. This was, easily, the best day of the trip.