Well, in response to the first post, some old friends shared a picture of their family with us. Looking at their grown and almost-grown kids made me pause for a moment and realize "hey, I'm 45 stinkin' years old". Our youngest child is soon to be a seventh-grader. Instead of attending Vacation Bible School, our kids are now on the staff. Wow! That decade flew in a hurry.
In our church band, we have several members in their 20s, along with a couple of teenagers. One of them actually calls me "Pops" (among other various terms of endearment). At first, I must admit it bothered me a little, but now, I think I like it. Somehow it makes me feel wiser than I really am, and we all know that if you just act like you know what you're doing, you can fool a lot of people :-)
So it is with great pleasure that I am learning to embrace the lyrics of the infamous buccaneer poet, Jimmy Buffett: "I'm growing older but not up, my metabolic rate is pleasantly stuck".
Speaking of the youngest, check out these shots of Jessi....
After the Myrtle Beach Marathon's 1-mile Family Fun Run
That killer volleyball serve.
4 comments:
So, if you think you are wiser than you really are and there's not a woman around to hear that kind of thinking, are you still wrong? love ya, pops!
Who would call you pops?!? The audacity! :)
Glad to hear you have embraced the nickname "pops." How long before they start calling you "gramps?" That day will probably come sooner than you are ready my friend. :-) But know that some of us will probably get there before you do. :-(
Okie, I just scrolled to the bottom of your blog for the first time...that little ditty down there is cool. I'm glad I took the time to scroll down for once. =)
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