The other day I was sitting in the family room and caught a glimpse of reflection off the back door. What I saw was scary. There sat a 39 year old man with dress shoes and tight grey jogging pants on. I even saw a side of rolls showing through my smeadium tee shirt. At that point I realized that I had turned into my father.
The reflection in the window startled me. Who is that man, was my first thought. Then I realized that fatherood had caught me with my guard down. After so many years of being the hip husband/dad, the old man in me showed his ugly face. Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not scared if old age. I’m just not ready for old men ways at 39.
Jesus take the wheel