"Don't trust anyone over thirty!" was the mantra of my generation when we were teenagers. Even today, thirty is the first milestone that says "I'm not as young as I used to be." You don't get over sore muscles quite as quickly and sometimes joints are known to be a little creaky. For most thirty-year-olds, these complaints are still minor irritants rather than serious problems. But it is the start of the downhill slide . . . and you know where it will lead eventually. So for many young adults, turning thirty is an accomplishment that does not leave them particularly happy.
But it's not me who's turning thirty. As much as it pains me to admit it, that happened in my life twenty-five long years ago. My oldest son, Daniel was born July 16, 1978 in Owensboro, Kentucky. I've already called him this morning to wish him a happy day and he seems to be handling things pretty well. Perhaps he still has a little life left in his creaky old bones :-)
Happy birthday, Son!
Daniel preaches for the Pleasant Valley Church of Christ near Killen, Alabama (in the Florence area of Northwest Alabama). Daniel, his wife Tiffany,and daughter Abby, are coming to visit Trish and me in two weeks. He will be speaking for us at Skagit Valley Wednesday night, July 30.
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