My Kids Are Having Kids

My Kids are Having Kids

My kids are having kids. My perspective is changing. My emotions are rising. My opinions are increasing. My politics are, well, none of your business.

But my heart is overwhelmed, because my love is overflowing. My thoughts are racing. My anticipation is growing. My attitude is adjusting. But my time is flying.

And my 100 yard dash is slowing. My memory is fading. My stomach is churning. My nostrils are flaring. My hairline is rising. My knees are shaking. My ears are ringing. My palms are sweating. My arches are falling. And I may be a tad feverish.

But my mind is at peace, because my spirit is content. My health is reasonable. My wife is beautiful. My salary, sustainable. And for my friendships? I’m grateful.

Though my wisdom is debatable, and values are deplorable, my mood can be unapproachable, my reasoning disreputable, and my trustworthiness, doubtful…

My God is undeniable.

I blinked, and my kids are having kids.