As we reach the latter part of our lives, over 50, then over 60, and on and on, we start to dread another birthday. The wrinkles, the sags, the aches and pains.
Arthritis! Ugh!
But then I think about those who die young and don’t get to grow old, don’t get to watch their children and grandchildren grow up.
I would rather get old than miss the joys and love in this life.
So cheers to another birthday! 61 never felt so good!