I have reached an age, Dear Readers,. An age when I need a few “reminders.” I create “reminders” for reminders because halfway through creating the original reminder, I forgot what the reminder was supposed to remind me about. Ever do that? Yeah, me either... Ever get halfway down the stairs, into a room or to the store and have no idea why you went down the stairs, into the room or to the store? Yeah, me either. Although being an age involves reminders, it also involves something intoxicating, Freedom!
Freedom to dance in the rain, laugh long and sing loud. An age is when you know who you are and embrace it. An age means you begin to become more than a parent to your maturing children, you become their friend. An age means enjoying moments and exploring the little pleasures all about you whether that is a cool breeze, a great drink, an amazing sunrise or spending time with someone you love. So, Dear Readers, I am fortunate to be an age. Ever not value being “an age?” Yeah, me either.
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