Snap Crackle and Pop!

Is it a bowl of Rice Krispies?....A roaring fire on a cold evening?... How about a pile of autumn leaves under foot?.... oh no....it's not that at all.

Let me back up a little, and give you a little reference point to this little tale I'm about to tell.

When David and I discovered that our family of 4 was about to become 5 (and eventually 6), we looked at each other and realized that the age of 35 and 33 we were old young people, and that these two new little people in our lives were going to save us from an early entrance into the senior's club.

However, now we are flashed forward 9 years. The two of us, still young in mind (at least in OUR mind - our two teenagers firmly believe we are ancient) are seriously wondering where the time has gone. So, we move a little slower (not THAT slow..) and maybe there are a few more creases on our faces..but we're still with it - in touch - and certainly not OLD.

On Friday we had a much welcomed holiday. After pouring so much of time into our growing business, we really looked forward to spending the long weekend with the kids. Plans of water tubes, wave pools, and all sorts of fun activites danced through my head. David needed a little warming up to the idea, so we compromised on a day at the bowling lanes (called "ten pin bowling here in South Africa).

Not 4 frames into our first game, Mr Jones, the ever so fun and happenin' dad, decided to show his young bowling proteges his ball spinning technique. We all oohed and awed and he was spurred on to once again show us how athletic and amazing he is.

That's when we heard it

Snap... Crackle...POP!

The doctor at the hospital told David that this was a common injury in middle aged men.
Now, it wasn't the fact that David had ripped his tendon right off his elbow, or that he no longer had use of his right arm that struck fear in his heart. It was the fact that the doctor had told him that he was Middle Aged that made David quiver.

There are times in life when we just have to face the facts. We are not the snappy dressers we think we are...nor do we listen to the 'cool music'. We are what we are.... old. Well...older.

My birthday is just around the corner, as is David's. We are now on the downside of that fabled "hill" we all joke about. I honestly have never dreaded growing old. However, this opinion still might change.

And I have to say that while we might "snap crackle and pop" a bit here and there, at least we can do it together - and appreciate all the years...all the experiences...all the fun..that we've shared together.

Get better soon my love!