Growing Old(er) Rocks

It's that thankful time of year again.

There seem to be a lot of places nowadays that have slips of paper for folks to write our reasons for thankfulness. Mine is always the same:

My good health (insert hand-drawn heart here)

But I think I will change that to: The blessing of growing old.

I am rarely on Facebook (my hubs is actually on my account more than I am), but a few weeks back I spied someone who posted: I'm not ready to grow old.

They are in their late 20s. My thoughts often come out of my fingers (can you tell?) and I could not stop my fingers from writing:

You know, after surviving the big c, I found myself real-deal giddy when I turned 40. I feel confident that I will feel even more gleeful as each decade passes, if the Lord wills it. Growing old rocks.

Another awesome cancer chick chimed in after me that she totally got this sentiment. Bring on the wrinkles, creaky bones and silver hair.

Thank you, God, for allowing me some time on this earth. Thank you for allowing me to age and think thoughts about my husband's retirement. Help me live each day fully. I'm excited to look Jesus in the face but I'm also excited to grow these girls up!