Life somehow manages to pass by at warp speed. My brother, Ross, turns 3-0 this week! There’s just something about the “thirty” number that makes you feel old. I think it has to do with your perception of “OLD” as a kid. I can remember playing with the neighbor kids, creating clubs and forts, jumping on the trampoline, annoying Ross (my childhood expertise), playing truth or dare, creating and selling neighborhood newsletters…where, oh, where does time go? It’s during those times that 30 was ancient, finances were something our parents did with the checkbook, and eating anything you wanted never meant gaining a pound. Now, and sooner than I ever thought, I’m on the brink. Of course, I still have about a year and a half–but it’s coming…and my brother’s the first to get the ball rolling! First my brother, then husband, then sister-in-law, then me. And of course, being a previous math teacher, I always, then, have to do the math….multiply by 2…that’s 60. multiply by 3…that’s 90….and multiply by 4…I’ll be dead! I guess it’s a reminder to live life to the fullest and to live in such a way that my life brings glory to God. It’s just a thought.
