Warning: this post is all about me today. Deal with it.
Today I am 40.
For the next few moments, it is halftime.
It’s a weird place that I have never been. The moment between the halves.
The first half is in the books. And the books are good.
I have a fantastic Mom, Dad, Brother, and Sister. I have more memories with them than a man twice my age.
Mom and Pop Longyear.
With my Dad and my brother, Darel
As a Sr in High School I fell in love with Stephanie. In our 20+ we have gone from infatuation to soul mates.
And we swim with sting-rays for fun.
I have 2 amazing kids. They are my heart walking around outside of my body.
Mariah and Maddy, a couple of years ago in Australia.
And a rotten dog that I like most days.
Nestle. The pooch.
My sister and her husband are my good friends.
My in-laws are top notch.
Steph’s side of the family is fantastic.
I get to work with some of my best friends, creating ways for people to know God.
Our stage set from Easter ’09
I have traveled the world. Hawaii, Spain, Australia, Mexico, Guatemala, Russia, and the Caribbean (and counting).
I completed a Marathon (with my brother).
I have tons of friends (almost 600 according to facebook – ha). My wall, email, and texts are lighting up with birthday wishes. If friendship is money, I’m rich at 40.
My first half was good.
Some would say extraordinary.
I would agree.
The second half is about to begin.
And I am banking that it is even better than the first.
I’m banking that the God of the 1st 40 will make the next 40 better than I could imagine.
I have to go. I’m meeting my Dad for breakfast. We will break biscuits together. Sounds like a perfect way to start the next half.