My birthday reflection
Am I getting old?
It’s strange, I’ve always felt young. Maybe it’s because most other pastors weren’t born at the height of the disco era. Or maybe it’s because Erika and I chose to have our first child in our early twenties.
Maybe it’s because most professionals, like Physicians, have always been older than me. That is until Monday, when Shawna had her tonsils removed. In the process Erika and I met two wonderful M.D.’s: an otolaryngologist–we could have been in high school together;
and an anesthetist? She had to have been my age.
All of these observations are leading me to one, unavoidable conclusion. I’m becoming a middle-aged man.
Someone, convince me otherwise.
