I’ve been looking forward to turning a half-century old since kindergarten. Like for realz. Even my mother remembers my counting in 25s and realizing that my birth year aligned with a neat quarter-count.
I am one year shy of that magical number and have spent so long looking forward to it that I honestly have a hard time making sense of the dread that is supposed to come with aging. Yeah… the post-dancing aches were not something I had to deal with at 25, but can you imagine living in that 25-yr old brain now? Oosh.
Today, there will be cake and celebrating and the year will hold what it holds but feeling lucky I get to live it and even luckier to make it to 50.
Besos, papi. Pensando en ti… siempre.
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