49 and holding

Little Johnny asked his grandma how old she was. Grandma answered, “49 and holding.”

Johnny thought for a moment, and then said, “And how old would you be if you let go?”

Today I can officially say I am “49 and holding.” πŸ™‚

Next year, however, when I hit the big 5-0 (😯), I don’t think I’ll hang on to the “49 and holding” designation….unless I change my mind between now and then. πŸ™‚ I’ve always been glad for every year God has given me and have not seen a reason to be ashamed of being a certain age.

However, the leap from 40-something to 50 seems far greater than the leap from 30-something to 40 or 20-something to 30 did. So I am going to relish my last year in the 40-something category and not be in any hurry for it to pass!

(By the way, the opening lines about Little Johnny are fictitious. I don’t have any grandchildren yet. πŸ™‚ )

8 thoughts on “49 and holding

  1. Happy birthday, Barb! My time is QUICKLY running out…I turn 50 in December. I’m not particularly excited about it, but life goes on, right? I also take heart when I look at my mom and my old sister, still beautiful at their ages. Have a wonderful day!

  2. Oh, Jen, I’m sorry — I knew that, but I guess I thought “Joy” when I saw your moniker rather than “Jen.” 😳

    Hi Cindy — glad to see another almost-50 (would that be $49.95 plus shipping? πŸ™‚ ) lady!

    Hi, blest!

    Thanks to all of you for stopping by and for the birthday wishes!! It was a nice day. I got my very own digital camera (instead of having to borrow my sons’), and I’ve been playing with it a bit today.

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