And then you wake up OLD…

I just had the best conversation with my boyfriend about getting older; actually about getting old…and how great it was.

I have realized that being sixty seven is the best thing that ever happened to me and certainly my relationships which become the only thing that matters once you are “of a certain age”.

I love differently now than I did earlier. It is as if all the botched pairings were practice and all well worth the “swing and a miss”. I now take time to love my partner fully, consciously and with complete abandon.

My love for my children is better, sweeter, less conditional.

My love for my friends more tender…as I understand I might lose them to the veil of death at any moment. That lesson of mortality, although hard won, is most certainly the best gift of all.

I learn more things, as many as I can, for the span in which I exist has finite edges. I would like to understand as much of this existence as I can, before it is merely a foggy image in my rear view mirror.

I truly like my life a lot now. It excites me, makes me laugh, makes me tear up with the sheer wonder of it all.

I find I rarely complain…even achy joints simply remind me of the good service provided by my carcass as it hauled me on my adventures…and despite the damage inflicted, a willingness to…