As I was waking up this morning anticipating about the joy of watching my daughter unwrap her presents, a slightly morbid thought popped into my head.
If I’m average, I’ve got forty of these left in my future.
The days and thus the years are flying by. When I was younger, (as in any time before 6:21 am this morning) life and thus Christmases felt limitless.
However 40 is an easily digestible number, the clock is ticking. While it’s not unreasonable to expect forty more of these fine mornings, it seems to be a foolish presumption.
So merry christmas y’all! Please make it count.