Viente Nueve

My spanish is a little rusty but I'm pretty sure that the title of this entry says "29". This week I had my last birthday that starts with "twenty". Unless of course I live to be 20,000, but I'd say the odds are against that.

Being older doesn't really bother me all that much, since I'm in better shape now than I have been since high school, but I guess it just makes me take things more seriously. I really just want to be the best Christian, Dad and husband that I can. I hope as I get older that I getter better at all of these.

I guess I had better take the time this year to really enjoy being the last possible age that someone can remotely be misconstrued as a "youth". 29 is really quite an adult age but, technically I'm still in the "twenty-something" age group which lops me in with college sophmores and people who can't wait to turn twenty five so their car insurance will go down. I have nothing in common with those people, but thanks to society, I'm still a "twenty something" for 360 or so more days.

I'm curious how I'm going to handle next year. I doubt it will bother me much to be honest. Hopefully I will continue with my fitness training between now and then and can just stare in the mirror and laugh at 30 like a small dog trying to bite my ankle. If nothing else my wife will get a good laugh at the scene I just described...