I’m 50 years old. The milestone came and went this week without fanfare.
It’s 6:33 AM on my 50th Birthday. The rain is steady. The world is soaked. I think about the kids: Hope they don’t get drenched. Do teenage girls even use umbrellas? Musings of a clueless Dad. Why, at the crack of dawn on my birthday, do I suddenly miss my girls? Instead, I should count my blessings: Two terrific daughters with a great Mom in a warm and loving home. They don’t live far. Gratitude trumps absence, and I smile. No worries, I’ll see them tonight.