Life Begins at 40

 

or so they say. When I turned 40 it wasn’t as big a trauma as turning 30. I was a dad, had a great marriage, a good job, was happy spiritually. I can wish no better blessings on Dave as it happens to him tomorrow.

He’s been a big part of our lives for the past 20 years and it’s hard to imagine how things would have turned out without him. He’s a great husband, involved father of our grandchildren, kind, hard working, responsible, patient, supportive.

We’ve had great holiday experiences with him and looking forward to more. Whether we are sweating it out in Cartegena, taking a ferry to Helsingor, riding on a sugar cane train in St. Kitts, or going to the British Museum to look at the Magna Carta, he’s always been up to the task cheerfully.

Best wishes and lots of love from the old folks.

 

 

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