My son Caden looked at me recently and asked, “are you 81?”.  I laughed.  Then I cried.  Then I looked in the mirror. Do I look 81?  Wow.  I’m not 81.

Aging is interesting.  When I was young, I remember always wanting to be just a bit older.  If I could just reach the next milestone, everything would be…better.

12…I couldn’t wait to be a bit older so I could be called a “teenager.”
15…I couldn’t wait to be a bit older so I could drive.
17…I couldn’t wait to be a bit older so I could graduate, vote, leave for college
19…I couldn’t wait to be a bit older so I could leave the “teenage” years behind.

Here’s where you want things to slow down a bit. Where did the 20′s go?  I swear it was just yesterday.  And 30′s?  What?  Can we slow the pace a bit?