Another Birthday

Our baby daughter turned 48 today. She doesn’t like to think about it, but she’s getting close to 50. I remember when I turned 50 I went around in a daze all day. Then at the end of the day I concluded, “I can’t believe a person my age is 50 years old.” When my children have birthdays, I always remember the day they were born. Forty-eight years ago, I couldn't imagined that I would ever have a 48-year-old child. I’m not sure it even occurred to me at that time that I would ever be 48.