Ok, so I turned 40 yesterday.

I feel like I should say something pithy and profound about it, but I feel at a bit of a loss.

The small view of it is that it’s just another day.

We each only get so many days here – whatever that number is – and this was simply one of them ticking off the calendar.

In a larger context, I could extrapolate and say that my life is (approximately – and on average) half over.

But that misses much nuisance too. Right?

I mean, I could live to 100. Or, I could die tomorrow.

In that context, I think the decades fade away and time is increasingly relative and three-dimensional.

For the now, I want to remember going to the movies and watching The Croods: A New Age to celebrate.

We rented out the entire theater and invited the Daves to come along. We spread out all over the place and didn’t worry about being inappropriate.

I want to remember ordering chicken fried steak for lunch and mom making me pancakes for dinner.

And I want to remember blowing out the candles on the birthday cake that you girls made for me. The light from the trick candles popped and danced in your eyes and we all laughed when they kept faring back up.

I want to remember the look of anticipation on your faces as I opened my gifts (a pie and a t-shirt) and they way K exclaimed “Is that all you got?”

I can’t wait for so many more years with you.

We have a millions things to do.

Just know that I love you, and God loves you, and you are wonderfully and perfectly made.

I love you.

-Dad