My hubby recently celebrated a birthday and, without giving too much away, I think it's fair to say that he is quickly approaching one that is considered a milestone.
Not to age him or anything but in a few short years, he'll be hitting the big one. You know, the birthday that rhymes with shifty.
Which is what his blushing bride would be if not for offering the full disclosure that I am a mere two years and two-and-a-half weeks his junior. Yep, I, too find myself hovering dangerously near that big 5-0 marker.
Major, major hmpf. Better throw in a gulp.
Indeed, as a young pup friend of ours turned 40 this week, I heard an utterance shoot off my lips that my 20-something-year-old self would have never imagined, "Forty? Forty is nothing; oh, to be 40 again!"
Wait what did I say? Ugh, it pains me just to read it in print.
I mean, as long as we're in dreamland, why not wish to be 30 again, yes? Then I thought about it. And I recanted that wish.
Sure, we're all a little Juan Ponce de Leon about sprouting gray hair, crow's feet and age spots; clearly those aren't the perks of getting older. Nor are the plethora of aches and pains, the need for daily medications and / or the prescription bifocals, since we're lamenting the drawbacks and all.
But the truth of the matter is this: there are definite advantages to being a little more, ahem, mature, if you will.
First and most importantly, your child(ren) are now old enough that they've morphed into near (or actual) adults. It is an amazing blessing to watch your child grow and blossom into someone you are proud to know and with whom you genuinely enjoy spending time.
Professionally speaking, you've finally got that sought-after experience you chased in your youth. In fact, you have even acquired a modicum of knowledge. And there are other advantages, as well.
For instance, you not only don't mind watching "Jeopardy!" every night; you sort of look forward to it and even compete against your spouse to shout out the right question first. Plus, you're kind of OK with missing the latest, greatest drink-till-you-puke, all-nighter super party or the weekend getaway to Acting Stupid Island because you'd rather curl up with an extra large hazelnut coffee from Dunkin' Donuts and a great novel.
Being older means you make peace with your flab, you wear sensible clothes, and you have enough wisdom to nap at every available opportunity life hands you.
If you are fortunate enough to still have your parents with you, you are now old enough to appreciate them from the very bottom of your heart to the tippy tips of your toes - and you tell them that every chance you get.
Being older also offers the understanding that three genuine friends are worth three million hypocritical ones and that those pals, your faith and your family are everything. Period.
But the best part of growing older is understanding that aging is a gift not granted to all and thanking God for every single day of your blessed life.
So what if I need some Icy Hot on my knee just from standing up too fast? It's good to get old!
Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist who grew up during the Mesozoic Era. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org but speak up, will ya?