We went to a birthday party last night for a couple turning 50 a couple of days apart. People making jokes about turning 50 and about being "old". It was fun and after eating dinner and chatting for a while, my husband and I came home.
Even more fogeyish, we sat and watched a movie with no violence, questionable language or possible sexuality.
I don't feel old. Middle aged? Yup, you bet.
I am at the point in life where I don't have to prove anything. Drinking and partying to the early morning is no longer required. Only watching cutting edge or popular movies/shows - no longer required.
Just being together, nice and warm. Knowing where the kids are and the dogs by our side. That is so right.
George and I have a good thing. Bring on another year.
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