It's been a good half century

I'll be 50 tomorrow. The big 5-0. Half a century old. Jeepers, did I just type that???

A lot of people go through a major freak-out or life crisis right about now. I just don't see the point. I'm surrounded by my hubby, the love of my life, who has been with me for over half of those 50 years, if you count the time we were friends, then dating and engaged and married. I've got the best group of friends anyone could ever ask for. My mom is still here with me. I have the world's best dog. I'm my own boss in a job I enjoy (most of the time).

I'm not saying there aren't some bumps along the way. Life wouldn't be life without 'em. It really sucked when my dad got the brain tumor. I think that's about the worst thing I've had happen to me so far. I still miss him so much every day it hurts. But that's the way things are supposed to go, right? Children are supposed to outlive their parents. This will be my 6th birthday without him here, not that I'm counting or anything.

But outside of that, things are pretty darn good. So tomorrow I'll celebrate making it this far, and I'll celebrate the years to come and hope that there are a lot of them in front of me. I'll be with hubby and friends, and later in the week I'll go see my mom.

So it's all good. Really.