I Think I’ll Take a Moment, and Celebrate My Age

Yep, I'm 30

Yep, today is the big 3-0. I’d say it’s crazy to think I’m this old, but it’s really not. I actually enjoy getting older and look forward to being an old man, kicking back on the porch with Erin in a rocking chair. It sounds pretty great. Plus, when you’re a male and you get over 70 you can turn into a dirty old man and it’s okay for some reason, so I’ve got that going for me.

The past year has been a crazy (in a mostly good way) one.

It’s featured quite a few trips to our parents so they can play with Isaac, we’ve seen Isaac start walking and talking all the time. I’ve gotten some more work doing web design (people FINALLY decided they’d buck up and actually spend the money to develop their site) and I’ve got something going where I have a daily task, even though it’s pretty menial. We went on our first family vacation that didn’t involve a car (more on that Monday) and have gotten to spend a lot of time with our nephews and a little bit of time with our niece who lives out of state. Another rugby season has come and gone, and while the results of the season were not pretty, I had a ton of fun and was actually named Captain early in the season.

My best friend became a father, we found out we were having Cletus II and we’re actually starting to plan Isaac’s 2nd birthday somehow. We’ve gone strawberry and blueberry picking a few times, making Isaac a hilarious mess, and Erin’s delicious baking hasn’t made me gain too much weight.

I’m not really a big observer of birthday’s, but I guess it’s cool that I’ve been alive for 3 decades. Yesterday Robyn and the boys came over for a playdate and I saw her carrying a cookie cake. My thought process was “I wonder where they were that they have leftover cookie cake?”, but when she came in it turned out that it was a birthday cookie cake. I do love me some cookie cake.

So a big thanks to my mom, who 30 years ago had me at 2:48am. Sorry to keep you up that late, but I think I was worth it.

So what am I doing to celebrate?

Well, I dropped Isaac off at school, then went to their “Dads & Donuts” get together with him, then drove 20 miles south to get a new glider for his room (the old one was slowly becoming an involuntary recliner). Tonight we’re having a big dinner of leftovers. That’s how I roll.