It's coming fast....Not sure when, really. The exact date, I mean, but I can feel it in the air. I'm not old enough to retire. My brain still thinks I'm 38. What the heck happened to the years? My oldest son is almost 35 years old. When I was 35 I had a life that now I only remember on those days when sadness overwhelms me and I go back in my head to recall when I felt more alive. I pray that Jack and I can recapture some of those wild and romantic and crazy times we once shared together. Life does go way too fast. Believe it or not I can call with vivid clarity my 15th birthday. I loved my teenage years. I just wish I would have appreciated those years more.
But retirement will be a new chapter in our lives. It will read how we want it to read. No one can write our story but us. So, we'll see how it plays out.
A journal written about life, retirement and our journey throughout the United States in a 5th wheel, along with our two Shih Tzus, Tanner and Syndey. Written not for notoriety but for our sons, family and friends, so they know where we are at any given time. And particularly for ourselves. Finally, we get to slow down and smell the roses and we don't want to forget any of it. You are welcome to join us as we go 'Down the Road a Piece'.
