Thanks! I Think.

Today is my birthday, so this post will be short (like me). 

I've flattered myself that because I've kept my face out of the sun for most of my life, I look younger than I actually am. People have kindly kept me floating in this delusion as I've aged, but I was abruptly brought back to earth a few years ago when a dear friend (who was much older than me and close to fifty years old), talked with her mother and my name came up. 

Her mother assumed my friend and I were around the same age, and, thinking to compliment me, remarked, "You know, Pamela doesn't look like she's fifty." 

Which was a relief considering I was nowhere near fifty! 

Had to laugh. Happy birthday to me. 

She doesn't look like she's in 5th grade

Occasionally when I tell this story, someone bristles, "What's wrong with being fifty?"  

Nothing at all.  

And someday when I turn fifty, I won't be any happier if someone says to me, "Honey, no matter what anyone says; you don't look a day over sixty-two!"

Verse of the day: (Proverbs 20:29) "...the glory of the old is their gray head of wisdom." I color the gray out of my hair so I don't intimidate anyone with the profusion of "wisdom" sprouting on my head.

Caleb: You still look like a puppy to me (wink)! Happy Birthday!
Zoe: Oh, brother! Caleb, you are soooo embarrassing (eye roll).