Never too old to learn

Here I am blogging for the first time... Amazing. I officially feel old. I just purchased an mp3 player for Phillip for his tenth birthday last week. Gone are the days of the portable walkman. When did I become a grown up? It happened so fast. I remember complaining to my mother that I couldn't "wait to be grown up", because then I could do whatever I wanted to do, whenever I wanted to do it. I remember the smile on her face, a knowing smile, a smile that I recognize on my own face as I hear my own children recite the same words that fell so easily from my lips. Little did I know then, that being a "grown up" does not give one permission to be irresponsible, for as a wiseman once said "With age comes great responsibility." (I do believe that was from Rugrats...) None the less, I feel old, but it's a good old, a comfortable with my life old, a I wouldn't change one thing about my life good or bad old. Whatever I am, I know that I am deeply and richly blessed by God, and that's enough for me.