Less Than A Month

Until what you ask?  Well, you shame on you, you should already know.  It should be on your calendar.  In red.  Underlined.  Circled.  But just in case you have forgotten, I'm talking about my birthday.  Not just any birthday either, the t-word one.  I'm still in shock about it and wonder if I will get used to the idea before, or after for that matter, it happens.  I don't feel that age.  But then again what does that age feel like?  Maybe it feels like this.  Deep huh?  It can't be that bad really?  Everyone says it isn't.  There are some days when I think, "Eh, it's just another birthday.  The number means nothing."  I mean life is great, better than ever really.  A great wife, 2 wonderful (albeit crazy) sons, working toward being debt-free, working toward our adoption!  No worries, well almost.  Then there are the days when I think, "Holy Crap!".  I really am an adult.  When did that happen?  Was it after I graduated from college?  Got married?  Got my first job?  Experienced Hurricane Katrina?  Had kids?  Bought a house?  Bought a van?  I'm not quite sure when, but somewhere in that list of life events I grew up.  Don't get me wrong, I still like to think I am as goofy and awesome as ever (some things will never change!), but an adult nonetheless.

So far being an adult isn't so bad, I can't complain (see list of blessings referenced above).  In case you were wondering, I'm having one of the "Eh" days where is doesn't seem so bad.  Of course, I still have yet to use that t-word so I'm not entirely comfortable with the idea.  Not yet.  I still have almost a month to get used to it before I'll admit to it.  Until then  I'll live it up as a young adult in my 20's.  Man I like that number 2 at the beginning of my age.  I'm going to miss him.  But I guess it could be worse, I could be bracing for one of the "f" ages!  YIKES!  I'll get to that post in a decade or so!  :)

All is well, still in my 20's, here in Drosche Land.