Not bad, I guess. And better than not getting to be “almost f-ing” 50. But still painful.
I mean, it seems like just yesterday I was “almost f-ing” 40.
Looking at this picture, taken in what had to be 200 degree heat, I’m reminded of the good old days of working ’round the clock, tending to Cryler, I mean, Cuyler, trying to squeeze in time with Casey (and whoever the big guy is on the end), and not having a single spare second to do anything about my hair (Roots are for trees, Suz!) or my hips.
You know, maybe “almost f-ing” 50 isn’t so f-ing bad after all.
Don’t worry. I’ve crossed the Rubicon, and it’s not so bad. 😉
I was there for the 40th birthday lunch/mani/pedi celebration and I will be there for the BIGger 50th birthday celebration!!! You are fabulous at every age!!!
I hear ya babe! When I look at my 25-year old photos I can’t believe how old (and large) I looked then – it was such a relief to see the improvement after a decade (tho somehow after 10+ years I never crossed over 29)! I guess it’s just like they say…good women are like good wine – we just get better with age! xoxo
I remember reading this post after seeing a link from Kimberly’s place. I am so sorry for your loss. Your approach to everything—family, health, purpose and now, grief, is something I admire. Thank you for sharing so much of your self so openly. I hope the day is dry and if it isn’t, I hope you remember Stu beneath a canopy of rainbows.