Okay…okay…get your mind out of the gutter. The title has nothing to do with what you’re thinking. We’re down to the final few days of year number sixty-nine on earth.

Birthday number seventy is this coming Saturday. I’m surprisingly calm about reaching this milestone. Okay…maybe not one hundred percent calm, but certainly much more relaxed than I would have ever guessed. This is from a guy who spent his fortieth birthday hiding in a bedroom from his wife, mother and young children because he was freaked out over that number. It looks like I’ll do way better with this much higher number. But since we still have almost a week to go, that’s not a certainty. I do reserve the right to freak out.

Honestly, I’m looking forward to this next decade. Sure, it’s scary because of the mortality/closer to the end. But, that’s not a whole lot different than it was ten years ago, at sixty. You just try to make the most of every day and be grateful you’re still here.

Plus, there will be grandchild number two in early November. WOOO! IT’S A GIRL!! WOOOOO! Someone new to spoil! I can’t ask for a better seventieth birthday present.

But, in the meantime, I’m going to do my best to try to enjoy the final few days of sixty-nine. To quote Michael Scott, “That’s what she said.”

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