Kats’ Korner: The best is yet to be

How great is it to be 50?

Let me tell you the ways:

I can have an ache or a pain and blame it on age.

When I don’t listen to everything you said, I will blame it on age.

When I didn’t hear you (I will say I did), I will blame it on age.

When I only remember part of what you said, I will blame it on age.

When my head or thumb or any other part of me hurts, I will blame it on age (or the weather, whichever works.)

When I can remember “the good old days” I will blame it on age.

When I can remember my parents telling me my music is horrible, and I now say that to my children, I will blame it on age.

When I forget something, or as my children call it “sometimers” I will blame it on age.

I remember thinking that turning 15 was great because I could drive with a learners permit, then turning 16 and driving for “real” then turning 18 and could vote and then couldn’t wait to be 20 because that was the legal drinking age and knowing now, not one of those ages was so significant.

You know why?

The age I am now is very special to me.

I thought I would cry over being 50. I found out I was a very happy, content woman.

I have everything in the world.

A husband that I care about more than words can say. Two children that I am so proud of, and also make me crazy sometimes. Also, grandchildren that I adore.

Does life get better?

I certainly hope it does. I refuse to think at the age of 50, my life is complete.

The best is yet to be.