Getting older is both beautiful and sad. I absolutely love thinking about having grandchildren. Gary and I talk about it all the time. He wants to be a Puh-Paw as he pronounces it. (He doesn’t have a Cajun accent unless he tries. 😉) I also love being at an age where my priorities and goals are more sensible. A lot of life and time is lost in young adulthood for some of us. A lot of selfishly looking for happiness that we actually find by loving others.

The energy and time I spent trying to find temporary happiness I now put into my children. They give me such a genuine purpose. And I don’t mind aging. I obviously want to do it as gracefully and naturally as possible, but I’m not afraid of it.

But losing people really sucks. Cancer is rampant. Seeing my kids grow up is bittersweet too. It’s too fast. I would do every second of it over and over if I could.

I guess that’s the price you pay for loving people. We all get older, and we lose people along the way.

One thing I can say with complete confidence is that I have not, and do not take time for granted.

It’s a very precious gift.