So, This Is 37

I am 37.

I could focus on the downhill slide to 40. I could peer into the mirror and look for wrinkles. I could spend time worrying about anti-aging creams and lotions and fillers.

I could do all that and more, but why?

I am 37. So what? I am a spring chicken!

I am young. I am strong. I am alive and I am happy!

When my cousin turned 40 a few months ago, I watched her at the party, wondering how it feels to be 40. She is the first of the grand-kids to hit that milestone. She looks the same as always (thank God we share very good genes!) and I could imagine her smile saying, "Come on in, the water's fine!"

I'm up to my knees and I have to agree. The water is fine. Perfect, even!