Today was my birthday. I’ve always loved my birthday! Just once a year, a day to reflect on ME!
I was thinking about it as I stepped into the bathroom this morning to shower, and suddenly something tickled my nose. Was it . . . a nose hair? Oh my goodness. A long nose hair? A white nose hair? Was it all downhill from here? I remember a few years ago when a friend a few years older than me warned me that someday, I’d find white hairs when and where I least expected, including my nose. Had that day really arrived, right then and there on my 41st birthday? Is this what it means to be “in my 40s?”

That street lamp filled my yesterdays, and today it reminded me of all my youthful tomorrows as I followed my boys back and forth up the sidewalk. Whether I’m growing nose hair or growing old, I’m growing amazing M.O.B. memories, and I’m doing it with energy and grace.