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It has finally arrived, I’m 50.

50! Twenty-nine for the twenty-first time!

Looking at that number is surreal. What comes to your mind when you look at “50″?

So what is planned? Well, actually nothing! LOL

Kind of pathetic in a way. But on the other hand, I decided not to make the day itself the focus but the year. This year is going to be significant. My 50th year will be one of consequence and importance.

A few of you know that there is only one thing I really want (and expect) on my birthday. It’s simply a call from my kids. That’s it. Ever since they were little and they would ask, “Dad, what do you want for your birthday?” Every year they would hear the same answer — a phone call. This was especially true after they had moved with their mom to New Mexico. And I really meant it. I wanted a phone call. That was meaningful to me.

I think every year they have always called. And this year was no different. My daughter called me just after mid-night on the 12th from Kentucky (9ish on the 11th in Phoenix) so that she would be the first, technically, to wish me a happy birthday on this, my fiftieth. I told her that didn’t count! But she insisted it did.

After talking for a few minutes we said goodbye. This was a meaningful start to this most significant day.