~to grow old together~

The calendar turned the page to February yesterday and for the life of me I cannot figure out where the 31 days of January disappeared to.  It's like one morning you are waking up and realizing just how weird it seems to write "2020" on a check, and the next day you are already buying valentines for the grandkids.

 At its best, life is fleeting.
At its worst, it's over before you realize it.

 The brevity of our existence on this planet we all call "home" should really provide the inspiration for the rallying call of how we spend our hours, days, and years here.  Wise people should be asking themselves,
"Am I doing what I should be doing?  Am I giving my time and efforts to the right people, things and places each day?  In the end, what is it that I hope people will have to remember about me?"
I think about that so much these days.

Last evening as Mike and I watched the evening news, a story came on that spoke of the average life expectancy for women in the U.S. and imagine my shock when I realized that according to the "norms" I am down to my last 16 years of life on planet Earth.  Little do they know that I intend to fool them all and make it to the age of 100 and shoot if I make to 100, I might just hang on for an extra 6 years to tie my Grandmother Brown's record of longevity.  

 It could happen you know.

 In this the winter before my 65th year,  I will be doing a whole lot more serious reflecting of how I want the rest of my life to be spent.  I'm going to be asking myself some pretty tough questions and the answers I come up with will determine the direction in which I wish to go forward.  For the record, I'm not waiting until my October birthday to begin the process of thinking.  The thinking is already in the works because every day that passes by without a plan for life in our later years is a day that we don't get back again.

 I have always trusted that God would lead me exactly where I was supposed to be.
I intend to keep that trust.
I'll keep you posted!

This guy and I are going steady in our senior years.  
It's a wonderful thing to find someone just in time to grow old together.

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