38 pushing 39 is a verbal statement running around my head. It can be depressing though. And while I try to smile at the minute accomplishments under my belt, pride fully engulfs me when I am reminded that I am married to the most beautiful woman in the world and am the father of two of the brightest kids in world. All of a sudden, the world becomes a better place again.And it really is! But then I realize that I may just be at the summit of my life. Or maybe I’ve passed it. Or maybe, I’m way beyond it… the summit of my life. I don’t know and I don’t want to know. I do want to hope. I do want to hope that I live long enough to see my children have children of their own. I want to live long enough to enjoy life with my wife and just laugh and smile at the joy that is while watching the sunset beyond the horizon.
And though everyday seems to be a struggle, everyday remains a blessing, an opportunity to right what is wrong. And to take one step closer to ones dream. And like most, I do have a dream!
Like most nights, when all is asleep and I am the only one awake in the quiet of my living room, I am reminded once again that I am 38 pushing 39, fervently hoping that I am not as close to the summit of my life.
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