I’ll be 38 this year. In a couple weeks I’ll be two years away from 40. You can see it in my face. In the wrinkles around my eyes. They get deeper and more pronounced each year. Every year I look older. Because I am older. But I still can’t hardly believe how much my face is changing. But my word how blessed am I to be alive? How blessed are we all to be alive? To experience the wrinkles and changing faces and changing bodies and even the aches and pains and limitations of growing old… we’re alive. We’re here to experience it all. So I’m going to celebrate 38 like I’ve celebrated 37, and will celebrate 39 and 40. Each year is a blessing and something to look forward to!