My favorite person is turning sixty this week. And you know what I regret? That I didn’t know him those first twenty years. Because the past forty have been such a blast.
I remember when Paul McCarty turned sixty (more than ten years ago, by the way). I felt total shock that someone I considered a contemporary could be so old.
But now? Sixty is rockin’, Baby!
I think the fun has actually just begun. And so I say “Happy Birthday to the Love of My Life.” And, as the poet said (and as Wendell wrote on my Christmas present this year)
“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be,the last of life, for which the first was made. Our times are in his hand who saith, ‘A whole I planned, youth shows but half; Trust God: See all, nor be afraid!” Robert Browning
Absolutely!
Happy Birthday Wendell!
Happy Birthday, Wendell. Can’t believe you “kids” are that old. Love your post, Kathy, and the Browning quote.
Kathy: Congratulations on your book….I look forward to reading it.
Thank you, Lisa! And thanks so much for stopping by.