Friday, January 9, 2015


I am about to turn 50 years old in a few weeks.  (Feb.5)  I don't really know how I feel about that.  In one sense it doesn't bother me at all.  In just the same way as turning 30 or 40 did not bother me.  But in some ways I have a new realization that I am half a century old.  I have definitely lived over half my life.  Also the aches and pains and differences I see in the mirror are speaking more loudly than they did at 30 or 40.

50 years

50 years of what...

That is one thing that is screaming at me.  That's for sure.

I keep thinking about the next phase of my life.

What's left?  Whatever it is, I want it to count for something.

I want to make every day count.

The first 10 years of my life I rode on my first airplane, made friends, experienced an earthquake, and was a crossing guard.

In my teens, I got braces, moved from Georgia to Louisiana, played a little softball, joined a youth group, developed a relationship with Christ, and fell in love.

In my twenties I married that love (well okay I was 19 but I soon was 20), we joined a church we loved (love), bought a home, had 3 babies, and ran a day care.

In my thirties I tried to be the best mom I could be, raised teenagers, started working in the School system to bring needed income to our household and lost my dad.

I think this is the last hug we ever got.

In my forties I saw my children graduate from high school and college, watched my daughter get married in the most beautiful wedding I have ever attended, learned to play the guitar,  saw such pain and heartache at the loss of our grandson Carson, experienced the largest life roller coaster at Avery's 2 lb. 2 oz. early birth, received the huge blessing of becoming a Nonna, went on a mission trip to Peru, and was excited to witness the proposal of my handsome son Mark to his beautiful fiance Paige.


That's a lot!

It makes me think -  What in the world could my fifties hold?

More weddings, more grandbabies?...

Maybe, but what else?

Whatever it is, Lord, let me make every day count.


Penny said...

Crazy how many years have flown by since you moved here and friended me! So many of these pics brought back sweet memories. The ones about your daddy made me tear up. Turning fifty doesn't bother me either, but it does sound like I'm talking about someone else. Lol. I'm sure our fifties will bring more grandbabies, but pretty sure you'll never catch up to me. Lol. Our sixties will surely bring great grandbabies. ;) whatever we do, you will excel like you always do and I know you'll "make it count." You always have. ❤️

Cristi said...

Thats sweet Penny. I laughed out loud when I read "talking about someone else! :)

Jami Ainsworth said...

I just read this. Before yesterday I had not made blog post in about 1 and a half. I so wished I could do this better. I really enjoyed this post. Turning 50 is on my mind a lot lately too...mainly because is so many ways I feel like I am already there although I still have a year and about 4 months.
Thanks for sharing inspires to make each day count too.