Lordy, lordy, look who's forty.
But I'm not forty. I'm thirty.
Lerty, lerty, look who's thirty.
Doesn't have the same ring to it, does it?
Well, today's my thirtieth birthday and, I have to tell you, I'm not feeling the landmark (or "landmine" as my sister-in-law Wendy is reputed to have said). I don't feel different from yesterday, when I was twenty-nine. What's the big deal?
However, I will say that, as I get older, time does seem to be moving faster. Back when I was a child, I once looked forward to my birthday with such fervour that I wished aloud that time could move faster to get me there. My father told me that I'd regret saying that, that soon you feel as though there aren't enough hours in the day to do all the things you want to do. He was so right. It's hard to believe that it's seven years since I graduated from University. On May 6th, Erin and I will have known each other for a total of eight years. It doesn't feel like she and I have been married three-and-a-half years. Where does the time go?