Who me? 55, really?

Some how its happened again, another year has passed by adding yet another year to my ticker counter.  55 sounds more like a weather forecast, a lovely 55 would be enjoyed by all I'm sure.  Especially this week, highs in the mid-20's isn't exactly fun.  Or 55 as in Highway 55, takes me back to growing up in St. Louis, jump on 55 and visit Grandma and Grandpa for the day.   Now that was fun.  Or how about when the speed limits were lowered in the mid-70's, 55 would help conserve fuel, making those trips to the Grandparents house a little longer, but a buck was saved here and there.

Some how this "55" isn't the same, this double-nickle birthday is aimed at me.  55 years ago I was born into a growing family in South County, St. Louis MO.  My arrival put me with my two older sisters and loving parents.  This little family of 5 would eventually add one more girl some 11 years later to become a family of 6.  Being the "baby" of the family had many advantages of which I am sure I took advantage of.  Mostly I remember the love of a Mom and Dad and the sisterly love of two older siblings and the additional joy of getting to be the "big sister" later on.    This was a great foundation to build on, for me to become the person I am today.

So this person today is 55 years "old", older yes but I won't concede to that "old".  I love looking back on many memories over those years and really can't wait to see whats next.  That means that  55 to me is just another year, with challenges and opportunities (thanks dad) ahead.