Today is the big day. My hubby turns ---- (dramatic pause here) 50 years old today.
Yes, for those friends who are 20 years younger than us that does seem old. 50. Wow. Time goes by way too fast, and really we don't feel any different than we did 20 years ago. We have a few more wrinkles, and a little more around the waist and hubby has gray hair -- not completely but definitely less hair and more gray. It sort of freaks me out because I'll be following in his footsteps in a few short years. We like where we are in life. Finally finding our niche in our careers (remember these are still fairly new careers for us since we went back to college at your parent's age.) and being young enough to enjoy our grandchildren (and our children being out of the house or at least no longer our responsibiliity.)
But the numbers freak us out. 50 -- as one of our friends likes to remind us that's five decades, half a century.
But since no one is inventing a time travel machine that would make us go back to 25, then we'll just have to deal with it. We'll spend more money on facials and moisturizers and heck -- being 50 -- getting "old" sure beats the alternative. Happy Birthday hubby! We'll get through this one together.
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