49th Birthday

Today is my 49th Birthday. No really it is. (and may continue to be for a long time you say?) I wondered if 49 would be as hard as 39 was. 39 was far worse than 40 for some odd reason. 49 is good. It started really good, my granddaughters gave me a hand made birthday card. It had a rainbow and an eagle, sitting on a stool, painting a picture. They told me that they asked grandma what my favorite color was and she said, "well he's an artist and artist like all colors." So, they thought a rainbow would be appropriate for an artist. Now the significance of the Bald Eagle I hope is that they see me as someone to look up to. (At least I hope it is not a reference to my balding head, Ha.)

Then written in big letters it says "You're the best Poppy in the world." Wow! How could you top that. 49 is good. Life is good.