Last week (and in most recent weeks, really), I spent a lot of time ruminating on what it means to now be 39 years old.
This past weekend – the end of Week 1 of 39 – I was in Detroit with my family. I tried to keep my father’s words of wisdom, about how “getting old is the plan”, present as I went to Anna’s 40th birthday party, and as my mom brought lots of friends and family around all weekend to keep my spirits high. She threw me yet another little belated birthday party, we had a little family get-together for an early Father’s Day, yada yada…
And it felt good, honestly. Especially as I spent precious time with this guy:
He is certainly fulfilling “the plan.” Continue reading