Here’s to 32

Oh my, these birthday blog posts are starting to get boring. Although I used to fret about turning older, my tune changed two years ago when I turned 30. I think my negative obsession with my advancing age stemmed from comparing myself to societal benchmarks that are thrust upon us. However, when I looked around me 730 days ago, I liked what I saw.

My outlook is the same today. I am content – no wait, let me rephrase that – I am blessed to have what I do at 32 years of age. How can anyone want more than a beautiful wife, precious daughter, great job, fulfilling church, strong faith, and a comfortable home?

An oversized card that Sloan (with a little help from mommy) made for me. It was waiting when I walked inside the house this evening after work.

Seeing another candle on the birthday cake doesn’t make me want to jump up and down with glee, but it doesn’t send me into a fit of depression either. Although we can’t slow down time, we can embrace the fact that God has given it to us in the first place.

To be honest, I don’t know what else to say. I think I am going to have to take a different angle on my birthday blog post next year because these perspective pieces are getting redundant. However, I can only deliver the truth.

Sid and I with the candy bar cake earlier this evening.

What a great birthday it has been. It is amazing how quickly the work day goes by when you have texts, calls, and social media messages transforming a regular Monday into something much more festive. Even better, tonight’s celebration was perfect. Sidney made me lasagna and a candy bar birthday cake. My in-laws attended the dinner and Sloan was beyond sweet the entire evening (a departure from her recent naughty streak). My family on the West Coast made me feel especially loved with Facetime calls and cards. As we wrap up and get ready to watch “Manifest,” I swear I am the happiest 32-year-old dude on the planet.

My birthday lasagna that Sid made me.

Can’t wait to see what this latest trip around the sun has to offer. I am not a fortune teller, but I have a feeling it is once again going to be pretty special. Don’t Blink.