Friday, January 25, 2008

Aged to Perfection

My husband turned 50 yesterday without incident. He didn’t age dramatically throughout the day. No cane was needed to climb the stairs last night. I was surprised by how many people slyly asked me what I was going to do for his “big” birthday. Was I sending black balloons? Perhaps a basketful of gag gifts like Geritol (do they even make that anymore?), Depends and Ensure. I just couldn’t bring myself to do anything negative. Not only do I turn 50 in a few months and turn about would be fair, but I just don’t feel the negative part of this aging business. I did send him a bouquet of bright festive flowers with balloons attached; one reading, “Aged to Perfection”. Sure, I’m not crazy about the extra lines and the skin that is beginning to sag on my face, I don’t like that my hair is totally gray if I don’t visit my favorite hairdresser every three weeks, but I do love the sense of calm I feel that I didn’t know earlier. I love the wisdom that I’ve gained and, especially, the realization that there is still so much to learn. My husband, at fifty, is aged to perfection and I will be, too; and ten years from now, as we’re turning 60, we’ll still be aged to perfection.

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